wing-filaments

Updated: April 30, 2025

A bumblebee was bobbing and swaying on a head of red clover, and the sudden swish of the hunting-crop left it a little disorganized mass of black and yellow down and broken wing-filaments. The glow in the dark eyes of the woman had died down again, and her voice was hard and lifeless when she said: "But not for me, Tom-Jeff; you ain't wantin' to kill him like my brother would, if I had one."

Francis Lynde - The Quickening