At first, I built the effigy as an artistic statement; the bees were dying off for some reason. It was “colony collapse disorder”, and I thought it was larger than life.
They asked to display my work, and I agreed when they told me I would get free publicity: a write-up in the local paper. I didn’t realize how dire the situation was –
that for every big discovery, there’s something bigger; pollenating robots came along just in time to alleviate the extinction of honeybees, but will we always be so fortunate?
Here I am, waiting for the next big thing.
This post was prompted by Friday Fictioneers.
Well I missed the deadline for this one, I guess.
Nope you didn’t. Deadline is 6:55 pm CDT Tuesday, 6 August.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. As I answered your reply, it’s not to late to post and link. Go to this URL http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/31/2-august-2013/ and read directions. Let me know if you need further assistance. You may email me at Runtshell@aol.com.
Nice story. I look forward to reading more from you.
Thank you Rochelle!
You’re quite welcome. Glad to help.
Welcome, Rob. Enjoyed the story.
Underlying your story is how all the ‘next big things’ are in response to messes made by humankind. Clever writing. Ann
What’s even worse is the realization that we have to reckon with the repercussions of those messes that we have nothing to do with – on this planet we are all a hive, and none of us can truly wash our hands of it, saying “I’m not part of this problem.” Thanks for commenting!
Oh, we are all in on those messes. For instance, every time I decide I can’t be bothered to recycle a piece of paper …
And the pollinating robots will lead to ‘grey sludge’. We are going to reap the whirlwind, aren’t we. Good story.
Aloha! Indeed, the infamous ‘grey goo’ (sludge works too, but I cling to alliteration because it makes it sound like an awkward supervillain) – and I have a feeling that that may be that “next big thing” my character awaits, understanding that each fix may have unrecognized future repercussions.
And thank you for commenting, Douglas, you have a fantastically Celtic name. 🙂
Waiting for the next big thing…that sums up things pretty well.
hope and despair all at once. Sorry I’m late, still getting through last week’s stories…