by Jason Rizos
The honeybees arrived in the spring, though it was as if they were always there. They built their home within his walls. The combs aligned within.
The sound was there as he slept. An enormous stone pestle, perhaps fixed on the Earth’s own axis, grinding in an enormous granite mortar. The sound of paper hexagons forming, the sound of mathematical architecture. He became a part of them. They reached him, drifted past basal ganglia, deep within the cerebral hemispheres of his brain, beyond the center of his cognate mind. There aligned a message, a primal distress signal.
About the Author
Jason Rizos is a novelist, short story writer and avid homebrewer residing in Portland, Oregon. His first novel, Supercenter, is a social satire about a future hyper-materialistic consumer world where children are raised within sealed retail Megastores and groomed as soldiers via video game training.