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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Lord of the flies, chapter 6...visitor from the Amazon

Almost two weeks passed, and the smell lessened, but did not disappear...

Then one day, while I was happily writing on this computer, the wife did shriek in the kitchen...the kind of shriek that makes you almost have a wreck when you're driving down the road and she thinks you're too close to a semi.

"What's wrong?" I yelled, jumping up and running to the kitchen, expecting a catastrophe.

"That fly," she responded, in a loud and shrill voice.

On the kitchen window was what I would call a "Horse fly." Large, but expected as the seasons change.

"It's an Amazon fly, " she wailed. Forthwith, I did find an old newspaper, one of the finest uses of the free press in America, and dispatched it to the netherworld of flies with a loud and solid swat!

She was not happy, in spite of my heroism in the face of a foe. So began my role as Lord of the flies.

It would get worse..

To be continued


  1. I can totally see where this is going and it's scaring me quite frankly. Poor Susan. I had no idea.

  2. The writing is what is frightening.


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