Bumble-Bee Monologue

“Lemon tree, bumble-bee, lavender, sage;

A pair of brown hunting dogs led by a page;

Sunshine and winter fields covered in snow

These are the pictures my needle will show.

Flowers and children, white picket fences;

Summer to autumn, filling my senses;

Sunshine and winter fields covered in snow

These are the pictures my needle will show.”

Over and over she sang this, reminiscing on the past, letting the needle guide her into a different time. This melodramatic act of hers was repeated each day, from sunrise until noon when it became time for her afternoon nap. Today remained more or less the same except she was gradually moving further and further back into her memory, further than she had before, transforming into the person she once was, the child she had once been that no longer existed. A calm breeze blew in through the window letting a strand of hair from behind her ear fall onto her face, not seeming to care she continued, “…bumble-bee, lavender, sage.”

Her legs were beginning to give way but she could feel herself starting to pick up speed before a branch stopped her in her tracks and she tripped, absorbing the impact on her elbows and knees causing skin to pull back from those areas. Desperately she tried to push herself off the ground though it was too late, she could already hear the tyres and the commotion becoming louder and clearer until finally she knew it was behind her. At first, the beaming sun was blurring her vision and all she was able to make out was a tall figure. As it edged closer towards her with the ferocity of a beast, she was able to see the male features, the dark uniform, the muscular frame and the devilish face devouring her with its eyes as if she were his prey. Within seconds it became clear to her that she was going to be