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The Flies - New Version, A Thriller
By Sandie May Angel-Joyce
Wednesday, March 18, 2009

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The Flies by Sandie May

Note to readers: In this story, the main character is a man.




The sun doesn't shine today. The sky is grey. It's as grey as this face I'm seeing in the mirror. I can't remember exactly when it was I last saw some colours on my cheeks. What the hell, I don't care anyway. With all these dumb flies flying around this place, it is very difficult for anyone to eat a healthy meal.

These dumb flies have been flying for quite some time now. It seems to me they've been here forever, merrily flying around, helping themselves to the leftovers on my plates, heartily feasting themselves on my leftover roast beef and potatoes.

I wonder why I'm not hungry yet - I must have already slept for at least 8 hours straight. Perhaps these flies are spoiling my appetite. One of them even jumped into my soup the today while I was just having a plain old "Beef and Barley" soup. That greedy fly jumped into my bowl, merrily swimming in its warmth...and just for spite, I scooped it up with my spoon and put it into my mouth.

Stupid fly! So you think you can get away with it, eh? Here I am, only having a bowl of soup, but you still have to come around and taste it!

Just for the sake of letting the little bugger suffer, I let it live in my mouth for a while, then I swallowed it whole. As it made its way down my throat, I could feel it buzzing for dear life. The dumb thing probably must have been frantically screaming for help.

Ha-ha! That'll learn you!! You little bugger, you!!

I don't know where Marybeth is. She still hasn’t come home yet. She always seems to be headed somewhere. I remember her saying that she was going out of town to visit some of her folks. Yeah right! The Bitch!.....as if I don't know she is having an affair! I don't care anyway. She's been gaining weight lately. Even without her presence here, the shape of her fat ass is still imprinted on the sofa where she usually sits.

Bitch! She just wants to make sure I will miss her, that's all. She probably has sent all these flies to watch over me while she is away.

Enough talking about these stupid flies, I must do something about them. They're not the usual breed of flies you see everyday, they're different, and they look different.

I think it was a few days ago when I first spotted these flies...

I had just come home from work. My clothes were all dirty, after being in the construction site mixing cement all day. The job is not that great, but at least it pays for the mortgage.

I remember coming home from a hard day's work. The house seemed empty. I called out to Marybeth but she was nowhere in sight. Then I found a note that was stuck on the fridge. It was in a form of hurried handwriting on a piece of yellow-lined paper. On it it said, "Off to see Melanie, she's not feeling well. Be back by Sunday. Dinner is in the oven. Help yourself, and be good!"

Oh yeah! This is the third time in 2 months you have gone off to see Melanie. Like I don't know it is a lie. Bitch! I scolded her in my head.

I found the dinner of roast beef and potatoes that she left me. I ate it. Okay, it was good, but that was only because I was hungry.

I ate half of what was on the plate; then suddenly I felt very tired, so I went outside to the porch and sat there for some fresh air.

I did not know how long I had been sitting there. When I rose out of my slumber, I saw several flies lined themselves up on my wrists, and on the top of my hands. I shook them off my hands and wrists. They flew over on top of my head. I ducked my head down and waved my hands up in the air. Another one came charging at me, it landed on the bridge of my nose. I looked down at it, and for an instance I thought I saw it had a human face!!

"Get the hell out of there!" Horrified! I ducked my head again, and swiped it off my nose with my fingers. I tried to get a second look at the fly, but it flew away high into the sky, and I couldn't see its face again.

All of a sudden, another troop of them came charging at me from the sky and all I could hear was the loud buzzing noise. I quickly got up from my chair to run inside the house for shelter, but I tripped on the foot of the chair, and fell face down onto the ground. While I lay there I could feel those flies attacking me. They landed on my back, then charged up to my neck…and BIT ME THERE...ON MY NECK!

"Aaarrrggghhh!!!!!" I screamed in agony, and waved my hands to brush them off from me.

"Aaarrrggghhh!!!!!" What kind of flies are these? They sure can bite hard!!!!! I screamed in pain.

I looked over to my neighbour, Tom, who was sitting on his porch. I screamed and cried out to him for help, "Tom! Help!!!... Over here!!! Help!!! Help me to get these flies off my back!!!!!"

I screamed and yelled at the top of my lungs, and waved my hands; but Tom didn't seem to hear or notice me being there. I cried in agony; and then...nothing! I must have passed out in pain.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally was awake again now, finding myself on the ground.

What happened? Was I having a bad dream? Did it really happen? Sometimes I can't really tell the reality from a dream. I looked around. The coast seemed clear now. There wasn’t any of them around.

Perhaps it was only just a dream? I thought, trying to comfort myself.

I looked up to see a bright clear sky. There didn’t seem to be any of the flies around anymore. I stood up from the floor and walked into my living room. Nothing! I was so happy!!!…until I walked into the kitchen…and…lo and behold, there they were!!! Those ugly bastards were there everywhere, feasting on my leftovers!

I looked at them closely, and noticed that they were quite the normal flies. Okay, It must have been them beers that I had drunk earlier yesterday that had caused me to hallucinate.

"Get out of here!" I shouted at them angrily, as if they could understand me. Like the normal flies, they quickly flew away from me. I gathered the dirty dishes and put them all into the sink.

Wait a minute! Why should I bother to wash these? Why not just leave them in the sink for Marybeth? They can stink up the place for all I care! Stupid bitch! I know where you are! Do you think every time when you come home from your joyous trips everything would be done for you? And the house would be cleaned? Oh no! Not this time again, Marybeth! Not this time! I've heard enough of your lies. When you come home you’re gonna have to wash these dishes!!! So I just left those dishes in the sink!!! What the hell!!! The flies seem to like them anyway.

I watched them, and laughed out loud when one of them carelessly landed in the sink, now full with water, got itself wet, and then frantically flapped its wings. I stood there over the sink – amusingly, watching it struggle...until it died from drowning.

"Ha! Serves you right, you stupid fly!!" Suddenly...a sense of superiority came over me.

One of them flew onto my wrist again, and this time I could clearly see its face! Why? Holyshit! It was my neighbour, Richard, who live just across the street from us!!!!

“Richard! Is that you?” I couldn’t believe I was talking to a fly.

To be continued...

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Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi 4/21/2009
Very interesting, with a subtle sense of horror drawn from the banalities -or the banality- of life.
Reviewed by Mary Grace Patterson 3/24/2009
This is a different type of story. I personally like the other ones you have writtn better......M
Reviewed by Jon Willey 3/21/2009
Sandie, this is quite a change from your normal writings -- a bit of new, "Fly" thriller -- flies in the soup, flies in the dishes, flies everywhere -- what will the next "Fly" serial bring? -- as long as there are not, flies in your beer -- peace and love -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by Dawn Anderson 3/20/2009
Sandie, how different this is for you! A bit scary, but want to know what's going to happen next!
Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath 3/19/2009


"The Flies - New Version, A Thriller" I liked this version as well Sandie. I remember the story of the flies before this is realy developing.

Yes I shall return to partake of the rest of the story.

Take care all the best,
Gwendolyn

Reviewed by Georg Mateos 3/19/2009
Eating flies seems to get bad dreams, I will stay with worms!

Georg

Reviewed by Linda Law 3/19/2009
Whoa Sandie... this is really creepy...way off from your usual writing, yet it shows a talent that can really be pursued! I look forward to what happens next!!! Really creepy... hehe.. hugs, lindalaw
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 3/19/2009
Chilling, Sandie, but darn, this is soooooo good! Very well penned; brava! I LOVE it! (And you most of all! :) )

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Felix Perry 3/19/2009
Kind of scary but I will be looking forward to see what happens next.

Fee
Reviewed by Bonnie May 3/19/2009
You created a new way to kill flies...let them do the dishes and drown....way to go SANDIE....loved this write...love, Bonnie

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