Five Sentence Fiction: The Pollinators


The Pollinator’s hands gently, quickly brush stamens, gather pollen to fertilize flowers and trees.

Desperately seeking to create in nature what was taken away with the disappearance of the bees.

Fruits and grains have blown away on infertile winds, hungry mouths there are to feed.

A buzz, a sound so soft on the wind. Hanson has brought his bees to bless our fields and trees.

The Pollinator’s work gently beside the bees as they seek to bring forth the fruits and grains we need.