The flies. They're everywhere.
I hear them in the distance. Always buzzing. Always taunting. So smug.
They stay just out of range. Daring me to swat them before flying off. Even if I kill one, two more take its place. They circle my head at night, keeping me awake. They don't just seek to defeat me. They intend to drive me insane. But I won't let them. I'm too strong for that. I'll find a way.
What's that, mother?
Burn the house, you say?
Yes. That will stop them.
1 comment:
Your mother is a wise and resourceful woman. Burninating the countryside.
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