See that Fly?
Yes that very one. It was bugging me in the Library that day, swooping in and buzzing by my ear. It was Annoying the hell out me. I swapped at it a few times and I admit none too subtly, that did earn me a few stares and glares from the library nerds.
I responded with what I did best, I glared back at them.
I now had all but lost my concentration at the work in hand.
If that sly fly wanted a fight, a fight is what she’ll get.
‘Bring it on, bug’
I gritted my teeth.
I watched its movements closely, swinging my head in its direction. That bug was definitely feeling smug, with the way it was deliberately taunting me. She swooped in a few times, buzzing by my ear, my nose, ridiculing me.
You sly little piece of crap! Let me get my hands on you once, I’ll squash you to pieces.
And then all at once, it went quiet. Not that pin-prick silence, I could still hear people shuffling their notebooks, scribbling and hushed sounds of discussion and the general sounds of the library but not that buzzzz buzzzz buzzz sound of the culprit fly that was haunting me for the past 20 minutes.
It seemed that all at once she was done annoying me for the day and was now seeking a new victim.
Atleast now I can get on with my paperwork of sociology that was due on Monday.
I once again started writing down about media’s influence on Democratic Governments and then
On my notebook the culprit sat, unmoving.
At first I thought that she was dead but upon close inspection of her body, I could still see its legs moving and ewww her mouth-thing-projection bobbing up and down.
Flabbergasted as I was and thoroughly annoyed decided to savor the moment, yes the sadist I am, I had now gotten rid of the annoying twit and I was enjoying my victory at last,
BUHAHAHAHA *evil laugh and deadly music in the background*
No it’s not what happened.
Soon I found myself a tad bit sad for her and as having already wasted 10 minutes inspecting her paralysed body, I decided to get on with my life and so I began to dust it off my notebook.
She was alive. And now again was making my life hell.
I sighed. Loudly.
That earned me more ‘stink-eyes’ but i was done. I buried my face on the table.