Buzzing Bees

They gave me a task. A mission.
Create a story, they said
A string of letters that test the limits of imagination.
That was all it took.
Jotting sentences as they pop pop in my head. Just like bubbles.
Yes, that sounds good.
The words tumbling onto the Post-it notepad.
Words that become a sentence.
A sentence becomes a passage. Which becomes an essay. A book. A life. A story.
I scamper to write each sentence quick enough before another swarms me.
Overflowing like wildflowers that magically appear in those fields.
Cross-legged at the kitchen counter.
My head buzzing like one billion bumble bees.
I’m free.
Free falling into a world filled with winds of words.