Little Bee

by Chris Cleave

This is the human triumph. This is called, globalization. A

girl like me gets stopped at immigration, but a pound can leap the turnstiles, and dodge the tackles of those big men with their uniform caps, and jump straight into a waiting airport taxi.

You are like sorcerers and you have made your language as safe as your money.

“Look at her,” I said. “I’m so scared. Do you really think I can save her?” Lawrence shrugged. “Maybe you can. And don’t take this the wrong way, but so what? Save her and there’s a whole world of them behind her. A whole swarm of Little Bees, coming here to feed.” “Or to pollinate,” I said.

One phone call: I realized it was as simple as that. People wonder how they are ever going to change their lives, but really it is frighteningly easy.

I smiled back at Charlie and I knew that the hopes of this whole human world could fit inside one soul. This is a good trick. This is called, globalization.