This post was inspired by the daily writing prompt in Freewriters - "Blue Bee"
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Saturday was always a tough shift for Basil, and this one was tougher than usual. It had got off to a bad start; his manager had yelled at him for being five minutes late for work. But with a 4am start time, Basil felt that five minutes either way wasn't enough to make a big deal about. The day had been full-on, shifting pallets out of the back of an artic into the warehouse.
When he finally got home around 2pm, he was exhausted. But it was a nice day, and he didn't have to work on Sundays. So he made a cup of tea and went out into the garden.
It wasn't a big garden, but Basil had cultivated it carefully, filling it with fruit and flowers. There was a small cherry tree, and the sunny side along the old brick wall was planted with rosemary, thyme, mint (in buckets, of course) and all kinds of other herbs.
He sat in his chair, sparked up a joint and had a long toke on it. Then he dropped a tab of acid in his tea and sat back in his rocking chair to see what would happen.
It didn't take long. After a while the garden was full of birds and insects, all dancing patterns in front of his face.
One in particular came into view. It was a bee, but a most unusual one. Bright blue, and big. As big as a bumblebee... no, it was as big as a sparrow. Then it came closer, and was as big as a cat. A flying cat.
The blue bee came right up to his face, and to Basil's surprise, it spoke to him. Well, it sort of buzzed in a speaking-kind of way.
"Heeey Bazzzil dude. You zee mee ? That'zzz hilariousss. I don't exzzzist. Figment of your mind. But I bring you a lezzzon. The lezzzon izzz.... don't do drugzzzz Bazzzil."