He lay on the floor, wheezing and clutching his throat. The angry hives spread further over his body, the purulent sting still fresh in his cheek.
She stood over him with the lipstick-stained shirt, "You've stung me for the last time."
She turned calmly, crushing the remains of the bee as she walked away.
- Victoria Collins, Kent Coast Ghosts
#vss365, or "Very Short Stories" began life on Twitter as an opportunity for writers to share a short story within the Twitter character limit based on a daily word prompt. The challenge is that the prompt must be included in the story itself! Anyone is welcome to join in - just search on Twitter for the hashtag, click on "latest" and you'll see the day's tweets featuring the daily prompt.
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