Honey in the Wastelands
Winnie was having a bit of a day today. Certain memories were recalling certain mistakes from back then. All those thoughts were out away with indulging in oozing crimson flesh; and her favorite honey dipped brains. Winnie wasn’t all Hannibal .. yet. So she did enjoy remaining whatever social life she still had. Winnie loved exploring, her fascination with bees and all the treasures of their labor. Winnie enjoyed her small beehive project towards a lovely tree in the the wastelands. It was close to the corners of town but with closed doors Winnie just wondered about that place, but Preferred to stay alone.
Winnie had her yellow sundress, and red sneakers as she enjoyed the sun beaming on her rather cold flesh. Winnie wasn’t very hungry; she could always go for a snack. Her curls bounced around as she hummed and waters local flowers. “ These are for you to enjoy from” she replied sweetly to the bees as if they understood each other’s roles. Winnie enjoyed the small garden she had made within the course of time after the curse. It was a small start but beautiful little flowers that spurred up from the soil; like her small glimmer of hope for her humanity.
At the crack of a branch Winnie turned around to see she wasn’t alone, and found someone who had come across her little garden “ please don’t swat them away! They’re just protective and curious!” She alarmed the visitor as the bees buzzed around.