Note to readers: In this story, the main character is a construction guy.
The Flies
Chapter 1
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 colour on my cheeks, I must be ill. I don't care anyway. With all these dumb flies buzzing around this place, it is very difficult for anyone to eat a healthy meal.
These dumb pests have been flying for quite some time now. It seems to me they've been here forever, helping themselves to the leftovers on my plates.
I wonder why I'm not hungry yet - I must have already slept for at least eight 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. It simply hopped in and made itself at home in the warm broth, merrily swimming to and fro. 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 before I swallowed it whole. As it made its way down my throat, I could feel it buzzing around feverishly for its dear life. The dumb thing probably must have been frantically screaming for help.
Haha! That'll learn you!! You little bugger!!
I don't know where Marybeth is. She still hasn’t come home yet. She always seems to be heading somewhere. I remember her saying that she was going out of town to visit some of her folks. Yeah right! That 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.
Chapter 2
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 my mortgage.
I walked in the front door from a hard day's work. The house seemed empty when I called out to Marybeth but she was nowhere in sight. Then I found a note stuck behind a magnet 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 because I was hungry.
I ate half of what was on the plate before suddenly feeling very tired, I retired outside to the porch for some fresh air.
I did not know how long I had been sitting there - I had dozed off. When I rose out of my slumber, I saw several flies lined up on my wrists, and on the top of my hands. I shook them off. They flew over on top of my head as I ducked, waving my hands up in the air. Another one came charging at me, landing on the bridge of my nose. I looked down at it, and for an instant, 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.
Out of nowhere another swarm of them came charging at me from the sky and all I could hear was a deafening buzz. I quickly got up from my chair to run inside the house to take shelter, only to trip on the foot of the chair and fall face down onto the ground. While I lay there, I could feel these flies attacking me. They landed on my back, then charged up to my neck...and bit me there... ON MY NECK!
"Argh!!!!!" I screamed in agony, furiously waving my hands in a futile attempt to brush them off of me.
" Argh!!!!!" 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 quietly on his porch. I screamed and cried out to him for help, "Tom! Help!!! Over here!!! Help!!! Help me!!! Get these flies off my back!!!"
It was no use... Tom didn't seem to hear or notice me being there. I continued to cry in pain... and after a while, I felt nothing!
I must have passed out.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally came to, finding myself on the ground.
What happened? Was I having a bad dream? Did that really happen? I looked around. The coast seemed clear now. There weren’t any of those flies around anymore.
I looked up to see a bright clear sky. I stood up from the floor and walked into my living room. Nothing! I was so happy!!! That is, until I walked into the kitchen... and...
Lo and behold! There they were!
Those ugly bastards were there in my kitchen, feasting on the leftovers on my plates! I looked at them closely and noticed that they were only the normal flies.
Okay then, it must have been those beers that I had drunk earlier that may have 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, Marybeth! Not anymore!
I grumbled under my breath, backing away from the sink. The flies seemed to like the dirty dishes anyway.
I watched them, and laughed out loud as one of them carelessly landed in the sinkful with water, got itself wet, and 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 thing!" A sense of superiority had overcome me.
One of them flew onto my wrist again, and this time I could clearly see its face! Why? Holy shit! It was the face of my neighbour, Richard, who lives just across the street from us!
“Richard! Is that you?” I couldn’t believe it! I was talking to a fly!
INTERESTING, INDEED! I DON'T KNOW, BUT SINCE THE FLY HAS A HUMAN FACE...I'M GUESSING THAT HIS FOOD WAS FILLED WITH A HALLUCINATING DRUG AND HIS WIFE IS AS CLOSE AS...ACROSS THE STREET AT RICHARD'S HOUSE! HA! HA! HA! HOW ABOUT THAT? THIS STORY PRODS THE IMAGINATION TO GO ANYWHERE AND I WENT THERE. THANKS FOR SHARING, SANDIE! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Reviewed by Danny Underwood
10/12/2018
Yikes! I would not want to swallow that fly! But these are good chapters to begin the story!
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
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
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