Beezle Keeper

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Hazel rattled the gate.

“Don’t do that,” her little brother scolded. “The bees’ll come.”

“The Beezle?” She mocked back. “Is that a monster?”

“No,” he replied frowning. “The bees in those boxes. They’ll sting us.”

Hazel peered at the cubes standing in the yard. Maybe they were hives. Maybe someone dressed in white coveralls and a mask collected honey every morning. She’d never seen them. Her whole life the place stood empty.

“You better just hush up or the Beezle’s gonna get you!”

*

In the windowless basement of the abandoned mansion, as if manifested by a magic word, something stirred.


Written for Friday Fictioneers  organized by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 100 words. Photo prompt.
To see other’s responses to the prompt go here.
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

15 thoughts on “Beezle Keeper

    1. Thank you! I love Winnie the Pooh. Wonderful stories, no bad guys. (This one may not be so innocent….)

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