Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh
Copyright November 2015
Honey hid in the bushes along the path leading to her destination. She didn’t want anyone to see her. It was dark and she fumbled her way through the bushes as quietly as possible. She was under town watch. No one trusted her and who could blame them. She was not as sweet as the honey bees she kept and the town named their new resident, Venemous Honey.
She quietly kept inching down the bushes on the path line so she wouldn’t get lost. This path would take her exactly where she was going with the hopes of accomplishing her mission. It was dark and she couldn’t use a light to show her the way. She had been traveling this path daily in an effort to learn the way in the dark.
Every now and then she would run into a resident out for an evening stroll and she would have to stop and wait until they had moved on far enough to be out of hearing range.
She continued on her mission. She knew what she was going to find and she intended to take care of it.
She was just outside the cottage rented by John Burbage, the town’s most eligible bachelor. Honey had fallen in love with him immediately. That others were in her way didn’t matter. She would have him
He dated Honey, but he never stopped dating Marg and Susan. Honey considered him hers. She bided her time, but now the time was right. He had a date with Susan tonight and she would leave around 10:00 PM as usual. She had an early morning.
Honey knew something the whole town knew of course. He was deathly allergic to bees. He kept his vial of allergy life-saving elixir in a needle ready to use close to him.
She watched as Susan left. She waited a little bit and then knocked on the door, her hand in her pocket on the needle full of bee venom.
John was surprised at the site of her since he knew they had no date tonight. She sat on the couch and asked him to come sit by her and talk to her. She had an idea she wanted to share.
John did sit on the couch, but not close to her like she wanted. She moved closer and he moved to a chair.
“John was is the problem with you?”
“Honey I have been hearing some disturbing stories about you. People passing through have mentioned a woman with a bee farm and that she was wanted for possible murders. Her description fits you.
Honey darted to the chair and stuck him with the needle, but John was ready for her he jammed his needle in his leg and his dagger into her chest.
He quickly called the authorities and they brought a picture with them which had just come through. It was Venemous Honey alright. The doctor pronounced her dead and John’s needle the life-saver, plus having the little dagger he kept so close to him.
Master Class Monday: Venemus Honey. This is either spelled wrong or doesn’t exist as a word in the dictionary. I used the meaning for Venomous.