Hive Minded

“There’s something wrong. Wrong, I tell you!” Matt swung his bottle of beer around dangerously. He nearly nailed a barmaid as she dashed past.

“You always say that, Matt.” Old Man Matheson leaned back so he wouldn’t get clipped.

“It’s just…” Matt shrugged. “The city’s got a sound. You know? A kind of buzz. Only lately it’s been a different kind of buzz. They say the North and the South poles are going to flip. Maybe they already did! We’re all dead already. We just don’t know it.”

Matheson shook his head sorrowfully.

“You get it. Right? It’s the wrong kind of buzz.”

“You can say that again.” Matheson walked away.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Janet Webb

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