By Susan Sutherland
He carefully held the knife in his white latex-gloved hand and skilfully sliced though the cadaver on the cold metallic autopsy table. The body was soon dismembered and parts set aside for further dissection.
Thin slivers of organic matter were encapsulated between slides. Peering down the microscope he searched for information and recorded scrawled observations in a notebook at his side.
A voice shouted out.
“Harry! Is that my new kitchen knife you are using? Not another pair of washing up gloves ruined.”
“It’s nothing, Mum,” said Harry, quickly brushing the remains of the dead bee out of the kitchen window.
Knew there’d be a twist … delivered … I think most of us “older boys” can relate to this one … Nice piece
This story’s got wings! …or had wings.. 😉
Nice!
Great stuff. Reminds me of my childhood. Very nicely done and competently twisted. Thanks!
I enjoyed your story very much. Thanks.
Really fooled me with this one. An EXCELLENT twist ending!
You crack me up! You should BEE writing more!!!