Sophie reached down to pluck a flower.
A bee landed on the back of her hand. It moved awkwardly over a knuckle and onto a finger.
Sophie froze. “A bee!” she screamed.
The bee walked slowly to the end of the finger.
“Go away!” Sophie screamed.
“Why?” asked the bee.
“Because you’re a bee! You’re dangerous and you might sting me!”
“I promise I won’t sting you if you accept my offer,” said the bee.
“What do you want?”
“If you do not pluck that flower, I will make this finger magic.”
“Deal!” said Sophie.
The bee turned around several times on the fingertip. “Now if you touch that flower very gently,” the bee explained, “you will give it a second life.”
The pollinating bee vibrated its delicate wings and departed.
Sophie looked closely at the end of her finger.
Short Stories by Richard 
Beautiful! We all have magic fingers 🙂
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Indeed!
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