Short Story 1: A Sting in my Tale

***The blurb: To try to keep my creative juices flowing I have an app on my Ipad that randomly picks 3 words for me. I take those 3 words and create a little short story from them***

Odd couple. Colonial. Hospital.

Queenie came bustling through the room door exclaiming in her loud voice “Oh my poor husband, what have you done now? I told you I don’t need you to make the honey, honey. I have it all under control. My little stinger, now I have to take time out of my busy day to visit you in this ugly green room until you are fixed.”

Gordon winced as his wife belittled him once more, especially as the beautiful butterfly nurse was attending to him when she burst in. However he let her off for now because she was holding in her hand his all time favourite snack.

“Oh he’s fine sweetie,” she said as she forcefully but politely ushered the nurse out the door barely leaving it on its hinges as she slammed it on her heels. Queenie threw the box of coconut cocoa caterpillars on the bed in front of him, forcing a smile and stroking his antennae in a seemingly soothing manner. “Silver lining to all this is my worker bees have really come together as a team since sharing jokes about your accident. Which is great since they were all at each other’s throats over getting the field with the best dandelions this year. It has really been tough for all of us lately with the flower shortage and all.” The queen bee gave a faint questioning smile in Gordon’s direction hoping he would agree with her.

Figures all she cares about is her worker bees he thought to himself. He was getting really tired of always coming second to her ‘oh so important’ job. At least he could comfort himself in the fact that any of the drones that got to spend the night with his wife never got to see her again whereas he was lucky enough to come home to this crazy, strong but stubborn woman every day. Am I lucky? Was Gordon’s following thought. As he was contemplating this he was simultaneously blocking out his wife rattling on about all the trouble and strife of her career. It was probably something he had already heard many times before anyway. If she questioned him on his inattention he would just blame the painkillers that were keeping him delightfully buzzed.

As he drifted back to his surroundings and looked into his wife’s eyes he confirmed to himself that we was very lucky indeed. He married the woman of his dreams despite all the challenges they faced due to their inter-species relationship. He smiled at this beautiful woman and asked her if she remembered the time she beat a cricket with her umbrella when he called them heathens while they were on a date in their favourite restaurant. He didn’t feel emasculated then, he felt so utterly proud to be in the company of this woman, especially when she received a round of applause from the other diners. Gordon never felt as though he and his wife were different, he always felt completely in sync with her despite their different backgrounds. “Of course I remember!” Queenie exclaimed, “It was one of the most fun things I have ever done to a person with such ignorance, and I think my attempt to impress you worked.” She winked at her husband and he felt his heart leap just as it had done the very first time he had met her. Gordon figured he couldn’t complain about his wife wearing the trousers in the relationship when from day one she was the one wooing him and standing up for the couple in many uncomfortable situations.

Queenie began to wonder whatever made her husband think of the incident that encouraged her to continue her courtship with him despite having her doubts about getting involved with a wasp of all creatures. Wasps were notorious for being spiteful little things but her husband broke all the rules on this one. He was the most wonderful man she had ever had the chance to meet and she just wished that he could forget about the parts of her job that forced her to mate with other bees. She never once compared him to any of those dull drones, she never even considered them as anything other than tasks of her job. “I’m sorry for going on about my job so much my love,” she said sincerely. “It just seems like work, work, work is the only thing I do anymore.”

“It’s OK Queenie, I know how much your job means to you but maybe we can fix that. When I am up and flying again let’s go on holiday! It’s been years since we went away together, just the two of us and simply relaxed.”

“That’s a wonderful idea! I’m sure the hive can survive without me for a week or two and I know just the place!”


Queenie and Gordon whizzed by each other giggling and cheering as they dropped in and out of Cola cans half buried in the sand at ‘Nectar resort’ in the Caribbean. You couldn’t even tell that just 6 weeks before Gordon was holed up in hospital with a broken wing as he tumbled through the air with delight. ‘This is just what I needed’, thought Queenie as she filled herself with sugary delights. The happy couple flew towards each other, clasped hands and declared their love without a care in the world. If anybody had a problem with it they could speak to Queenie’s umbrella.



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