July 22, 2022 / 2 Minute Read

the fly

As I sat at my desk putting the final touches on my latest masterpiece, all I could think about was how effortlessly the words were pouring out of my mind.

How easy everything had become.

Bop. Bop. Bop.

Word after word.

Sentence after sentence.

Everything crisp, clear, concise.

I was locked in.

My mind a steel trap of discipline and purpose.

The summer breeze blew a flirtatious gust through the window, knocking one of my sticky note reminders down.

Yet, justifying it by carrying scents of flowers and charcoal.

Life is bliss.

Buzz Buzz

I felt myself slowly breaking out of my trance.

Something was off.

I noticed a small black dot in my left peripheral.

Buzz Buzz

A quick flick of the wrist seemed to deflect her initial arial attack.

I quickly returned to the page, regaining my composure and sinking back into nirvana.

“Almost there”

I whispered.

Pushing the brief distraction into my rearview.

Bop, Boom, Bop, Boom.

I hadn’t lost a beat.

Just a few more sentences.

Buzz Buzz

I couldn’t believe it.

She’d returned.

Bolder and dumber than ever.

A wave of hot frustration began to wash over me.

One swat wasn’t enough.

Two even less so.

She actually seemed to treat the swats like a game.

Like she just wanted me to play.

Like she just wanted my attention.

Buzz Buzz

I did a quick flailing session.

Looking like one of those wacky-arm-waving-inflatable tube men, before she finally retreated.

I picked up my pen and returned to the page.

My sword seemed to have lost it’s edge.

I did a series of furious circular scribbles.

Nearly puncturing the page before the ink finally returned.

Streaky and duller than before.

Anxiety began to creep into my mind.

Pangs of fear, doubt, and confusion close in tow.

“Almost there!”

I hissed.

Scribbling in a mad dash.

Buzz Buzz

No. No. No. No. No.

Buzz Buzz

“NOOOOOO!!”

I screamed, flying out of my chair.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Slash! Swat! Swat! Slap! Swat!

We dueled.

Obi-Wan Kenobi vs Anakin Flywalker.

A passionate dance of impending death.

A crescendo of lust, passion…

and distraction.

Then, almost as if on que…

She left.

Flying right out the window.

Leaving nothing but the sound of my laborious breaths.

“Finally!”

I thought.

Slamming the window shut.

Sitting back down on my proverbial throne.

Prideful on account of my perceived victory.

I picked up my pen.

And…

And…

Wait…

Where was I?