Chapter 4

From the blur of the spinning frames, honey shot out, dripped down the sides of the extractor, pooled at the bottom. He couldn’t see what was happening to the bottoms of the frames, but the tops were enough. Strands of honey rose up like they wanted to sail the skies, and Bradley felt some touch his face. A thin line of honey found its way onto his glasses, and he pulled back only to find Shay taking his arm.

“Your turn,” he said. “You’ll love it. Just try it.”

Shay stood close—too close—as Bradley reached for the crank, but he was beginning to feel the excitement now. Shay’s eagerness and the energy that seemed to well up in him as he turned the crank tumbled over and over inside Bradley until he was grinning largely. He was spinning honey. It was a timeless experience, everything that existed in these moments the only things that existed at all. There was just him, and Shay, and the sound of whirring drifting out across the fields.