I gazed blankly at what lay before me. the art galley had not yet, not ever had a piece of art work that I had found so interesting. the fluffy bee lay motionless on the spotless white floor of the exhibit. The two men crowded around the lifeless creature as if mourning for it. I tried to imagine what horrible cause could have injured the poor beast. I back away not wanting to look at the exhibit that lay before me. I wanted to go, I had to go. I turned and ran. I ran away frim the gallery, away from the thoughts that had once tormented me. Away. Gone.
The horror Gallery