Bees hummed in the honeysuckle on the fence. A screen door squeaked open and slapped closed and porch chimes tinkled. Someone laughed in the backyard. Then tires screeched, metal thumped, and glass shattered. Someone screamed. Sirens wailed far away. Someone whispered and bees hummed in the honeysuckle on the fence.

Sean Burke lives with his husband and their grumpy little dog. When not writing, he works a day job to pay for a very small house with a yard to grow raspberries. Sean’s fiction has been published in Prime Number Magazine, Across the Margin, The Evening Street Review, and Brilliant Flash Fiction. His most recent stories can be found at seanpeterburke.com.