Honey & Bea

~this is a short story based on a Spotify playlist I made 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4hOdRqNCnOZCnm2zh7EBLM?si=wR6u8orLT0GYCvCNMIZo1Q

Honey spent her days in the bee dome. The smell of flowers and fresh honey stuck to her clothes and she set up a booth in the town market. Pots of honey and fruit sit on the counter as she ties her apron around her waist. The booth across from hers was another girl, tall with long brown hair that was always tied into a bun at the nape of her neck and a large straw hat that was almost too big for her to see.

Every Monday morning the girl would set up her flower stand, and every morning Honey would stare at her. The girl would notice her staring and give a bright smile and a wave before writing prices on a chalkboard behind her.

The girl always got many customers and small children would run by her booth and see the pretty colors and the girl would hand them small daisies which left them with big smiles, running to show their friends the gift. 

The children would sometimes come by Honey's booth as well to see what it had to offer and she would give them small honey sticks and tell them to enjoy. 

By the time the day was over, Honey was ecstatic to get home and tend to her hives. The market and her home were separated by a large field that always held small dandelions and bunnies that would chew on grass until Honey would make her way through. 

The clouds had already begun to cover the evening sky causing them to glow pink and orange, and her pond to reflect an array of colors. 

Her steps through the stone path were quiet and the only other sound that could be heard was the bees encased in a large glass dome by her small cottage. Quickly opening the wooden door she slipped in to see the bees starting their nightly routine as well, making their last rounds spreading pollen and collecting nectar. 

Honey grabbed her watering pale and began watering her flowers that surrounded the edge of the dome. Almost finished, she got to the last group of flowers, her favorite, the daisies. Tall and white, they seemed to glow against the light coming in from the glass that surrounded them, and with their subtle sweet scent, they were by far her favorite.

After all her flowers were watered she sat on the bench that was opposite the door, the sun had almost finished setting which left the sky a navy blue with a bright white, nearly full moon. She had been exhausted from the day at work and sat to admire her well-kept garden and her now sleeping hives. 

The dome was quiet and always felt like home to her, she'd come to read, to draw, and even to do nothing at all. It was peaceful and she loved it

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The next morning Honey woke up early, the sun had just begun to rise, and the soft yellow peaked through her thin white curtains. She got up and began to get ready for the day. The warmth of spring turning to summer flooded in through her window and she chose a simple outfit, a light-brown dress and dark brown stocking with a dark brown jacket in case the weather decided to get colder as the day progressed. 

Honey grabbed her basket and began outside, entering the beehive. Being the first one awake, the dome was quiet with the occasional croak from a frog in the pond outside. The strawberries were ripe for picking and she loaded them into her basket. 

Outside of the dome, the lemon tree had a few ripe fruits on it. The lemons were a new product she was trying and it would be her first time selling them in the market. She picked about five or six before heading back inside to wash the fruit and load up her jars of honey she had collected the week prior and a book to read when traffic was low.