The Phobia

"Best honey I've ever had!"  said the woman as she paid at the register.

"Oh, thank you," I replied.  

"So you raise the bees and harvest the honey right here?" she asked

"Yes, been working with bees all my life," I told her. "They're  sort of ... umm ... like my friends." 

"Not me!"  she laughed. "Terrified of 'em, terrified of being stung,  I scream if one even comes near."

"I've got some phobias myself," I said, "but bees simply isn't one of them."

"Goodbye," she called, taking her package and closing the shop door behind her.

"YAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I screamed as soon as she left the shop.

Been terrified of people all my life.

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What's the Buzz?  The picture prompt provided by the Fabulous Friday Fictioneers is above, and below is my short story take thereupon.  The post flew in at 115 words this week which is above the allotted 100, but not so terribly above as for one to get hives over either.

The rules of the Friday Fictioneers are just a click away along with a link to the stories written by the other Fictioneers, many of which I'm sure are pure honies.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm terrified of all of you so I have to go!  Hope you have a sweet week.