Short Story: Bee

Bee sat at the bottom of her stairs listening to the voices around her. She didn’t know what to make of the situation. She never thought it would happen this soon. Her father was found dead a few hours earlier. She was lost.

Her best friend arrived soon after a tearful call was made. The two friends sat in silence together, neither knowing what to do or say. They held hands.

Time was frozen in a sad hour.

The next couple days Bee stayed at home. Lying in bed she thought about her father. She pictured his smile and heard his laugh. She thought about all the songs he taught her, she thought about his kindness and love for her. She wanted to hear his voice, just one more time.

That night she woke up thinking it was a dream. How could it be real? “He’s still here,” she thought. Quickly grabbing a phone she started dialing her father’s number. The phone was full of ringing… uninterrupted.

Bee sat down on the floor, crying quietly longing for solace.

After a while, Bee slipped back into bed. Trying so hard to sleep, she wanted was to know if he was okay, where he was.

Then she heard it, a soft voice in her mind saying, “I love you.”

It was so familiar and clear. Bee sat up in bed. Wanting so much to hear the words again. Suddenly she felt a warm breeze on her face, wrapping around her cheeks.

For a second she could feel his presence, she knew he was there. A kind spirit checking in, wanting time as well. She laid down, holding on.

A tear fell on her pillow. She held the moment close. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, dreaming of her father singing a song and holding her hand.