The bee sting

We were at Howick Beach

The tide was in with lots of people

The lady next to me was stung on the

Small of her thumb

She held it tightly with the other hand

Nipping it

Tears signalled the pain but no noise at all

Came from you

Eventually she let the red thumb go

I had talked seeking to take

Your mind off the thumb

But the poison had

Dissipated in your blood

Only a slight tingling remained

The tide began to turn