Heather and Emmanuel

Swiftly, clinging on for dear life, we sailed through scorching sky below the orange sun. The cool breeze was as welcoming as a log fire on a winter’s morning. Grasping the ebony fuzz, I squealed deafeningly as, my loyal friend the giant bee, cackling with laughter dived screaming down, cutting through the air like a knife. Suddenly he stopped millimetres above the Pacific Ocean hovering in mid-air.   Finally recovering from the ‘attempted   murder’  I lowered my hand to the water  and felt  the calm  salty water  against my  skin as his white lace like wings fluttered rapidly under the sun.