There was a bee with no wings. It could conjure up wings of fire at will. Everyone hated her for that. But she was happy. She was happy because she was unique. There was no other like her and that made her happy.
A moth loved her, secretly. One day, the moth openly proposed to the bee. The bee was furious. She was too proud to ever be with a moth. The moth left silently.
One day he lit fire on his wings. The bee was impressed. She kissed the moth. The moth died. The bee wept. After weeping a little, she flew away. No body ever saw her again. Except, one day, there were little moths flying around- with fiery wings.
[ This is day one of- writing a ‘one page story’ everyday]
RaihanRiad 