Be the Bee

A crisp fall afternoon cast a beautiful orange sky though Fizzy’s bedroom window, his closet door open; a large white sheet lay on the floor while a large brown trunk rustles and shifts as audible indecisiveness fills the room.   “Angel? No. A Witch! Hmmm nah… Maybe an alien! Pew Pew Pew!” A small plastic alien blaster clunks to the floor in a pile filled with various hats, charms, necklaces, capes and...