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Honey Sweet
By Lyndsey Nelson
Wednesday, August 22, 2007

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Something to make you think... with a twist of the unknown.

The young girl slumped down in the back seat of the small white car as the man driving pointed out the sites to be seen. The large buildings of the city slowly turned into the dead dry grass of the surrounding country side, and the bright lights faded to soft sunlight and pale clouds.

“Look a fox,” the silent car seemed to jump with excitement as they all turned in the direction the man was pointing.

“Where Dad? I don’t see it,” the girl trailed off as her eyes rested on not a fox, but a large sign that talked about fresh honey and the building beside it. The car turned sharply spraying dirt and rocks from the road.

The girls mom screamed and dug her nails into his arm. “What did you do that for?” Her eyes burned with fear that something might be wrong.

“Sorry,” his ears blush bright red with the embarrassment of scaring them both, “Liz you ok back there?” Ron’s apologetic gaze shifted from his wife to his daughter.

A nod and a grumble was all anyone could hear before a sharp knock on the window broke the fear of the moment.

One look at the man at the window let them know they shouldn’t be there. His face ,old and wrinkled, showed a man who had worked hard his whole life, but it outlined the youngest and sharpest blue eyes the girl had ever seen. His hands small and weak showed a dramatically different story of a man who, even though he never seemed to wash his hands, took remarkable care of them.

He saw the puzzled look Liz was giving him and shoved his hands deep inside his faded blue overall’s pockets. “I can tell you all now there ain’t no hone here. So you best be goin’ back the way you did come now. It ani’t the right time for you be drivin’ down here.” His stiff forced accent gave a chill down the backs of Liz and her mother but her father could not seem to keep quite.

“Well, that’s to bad. Maybe we will drive up a bit further and see if there is some up that way,” he gave his best smile and seemed to add a little of a questioning tone to soften the hint of fear.

“Nope, ain’t none up there,” the strange man pulled his hands out of his pocket and put them on the car forcefully leaning closer then last time.

“Hon-” Dee, Liz’s mom, lightly touched Ron’s hand but was soon waved away. She and Liz both looked at each other knowing they had both seen the man’s hand change. The once small hands seemed to have morphed and were now large and strong almost powerful looking. If they had not seen it with their own eyes it would not seem possible that the hands were even from the same body.

Ron unknowingly turned and looked past the sign to see what he thought to be more signs. At the thought of this and his fear for the man he pulled away speeding towards the other signs. Each sign showed the same thing, each place was the same, and with each disappointment and warning Ron got more determined to find honey.

“Dad, I’m sure there is a town with honey up ahead,” Liz gave a slight nervous chuckle at the whole situation.

“Yes, I’m sure there is,” Dee shot a warning glance in the rear view mirror to tell her daughter not to start. Just as she did they came across a small town. No more than twelve houses and a diner could be seen. No cars, no malls, not even a grocery was in site as the white care pulled up in front of the old diner. For such a small town the place was packed full of all sorts of people, and each one of them appeared to have their eyes on them.

Stepping out of the car they walked slowly into the diner. Not being much of a talker Liz latched onto her mom’s arm, and she patted her daughter lovingly on the head as Ron opened the door for them.

A blast of hot air hit them as the entered the small room which was quite dark despite the large window in the front. A lady in and old tattered blue dress and apron looked up with a wicked grin. “Had a hunkerin’ for some honey did you?” She smiled showing several missing teeth.

“Why yes we did,” Ron smiled back showing his teeth proudly at the crowd that now seemed to gather around.

“They all do,” came a raspy voice of and old man that sat alone in the darkest corner. The crowd gave a hardy laugh as the stared at the mother and daughter huddled together and the man who apparently did not care or understand what was going on.

“Well, sweetie, I’m not sure it this what you really want but here’s you a jar,” The same lady handed the man a large dusty jar filled with honey. He slowly opened the jar looked content at last and stuck his finger into the golden brown liquid. The instant it touched the tip of his tongue his eyes flashed and a look of pure discuses and fear crossed his face.

The old front door creaked open slowly reveling the outline of a man. He steeped in and the air became hotter almost choking and Liz and her mother recognized the man from the first honey shop He opened his mouth and with a wicked grin simply said, “I told you there was no honey up here.”
 


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Reviewed by Regis Auffray 9/2/2007
A chilling story, Lyndsey. It grabbed my attention at the start and kept it until the end. Best wishes to you. Love and peace,

Regis

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