The story of the bee

I don't know how the bee got in the bus. Anyhow, it was buzzing around the window, flying to and fro. The window seated passengers were mildly concerned. After all, it was a bee, with a sting.

Nothing happened, until more people got in, and one man, who had been starring at it for a while, rolled up his newspaper, followed it intensely with his eyes, his arms arched, ready to strike, and then with a single thud. It fell into the seat, where three people were seating. An old women. A school girl. Another stranger. All strangely oblivious to the dead body that just lay behind them.

The man checked his newspaper for a stain. Satisfied with what he saw, he tucked the roll under his arm. The window was empty now, devoid of buzzing, but a strange stain lingered on the pane. It was brownish. Rather like a piece of defeacation that had marked itself there. 

The schoolgirl, she looked barely 12, didn't notice the carcass was lying literally next to her butt. Oblivous. They were all oblivious. The two passengers beside her got up. And a mother, with her two little girls, in kindergarten, stopped by and sat down. One girl on each side. They were cute, looking to her and cuddling her. Then one of those adorable young things noticed the carcass. She jumped up and refused to sit there. Her eyes were avidly fixed on one spot. The school girl began to notice what was the fuss about, she starred downwards at the carcass beside her, with glazed eyes. Apparently it didn't bother her too much.

The little girl was still terrified of course. Her mother smiled and looked at the school girl with an amused expression. It was obvious that her little darling wasn't going to sit there until something was done with the bee.  Delicately, she took out a tissue piece, and reached into the recesses of the seat and extracted the bee with its soft folds.

Then she crumpled her hand around the tissue, engulfing the black bits into the white creases, till nothing was seen except for a tissue ball. Her daughter tentatively sat on the seat.

It was only one more stop away, for them. They got off their seats. The mother with the tissue ball in hand. The two little girls, awestruck at their mother's boldness.

Like I said, I don't know how the bee got there. It probably got on somewhere at the bus terminal, and then was terminated midway by a man, and buried in a tissue ball by a mother, who would probably dispose of it in a rubbish bin, somewhere along Yio Chu Kang.