Posters

Written 56-D19 [2024-10-31], Edited 56-D19 [2024-10-31]

Image credit: Twitter Twemoji

The fly didn’t know that she was standing on a poster of Taylor Swift, that her round little body was obscuring the view of Taylor’s nose. From the fly’s perspective, what mattered the most was that the poster’s surface wasn’t delicious or scrumptious or even edible.

Quite unlike the chamber the fly had recently flown out of. That one appeared to be full of humans constantly entering, exiting, and leaving behind droppings in pools of water. The fly absolutely loved the putrid smells but alas, most of the droppings were gone before the fly could feast on them. Except for that one pool of water where a generous human left feces without initiating whatever mechanism made it disappear.

An excellent breakfast thought the fly. But where is dinner?

The fly zoomed in every direction, searching and searching. A group of humans had congregated around a platform. They weren’t moving around much, although they seemed to be opening their mouths a lot, sending sound waves and carbon dioxide through the air. Quite uninteresting to the fly, except that on the platform surrounded by humans were bright colored objects.

Oh, how wonderful! Sweet brown frosting dotted with pastel sprinkles! An entire bag of potato chips with real cheese in the flavor coating.

The fly zigged and zagged through the stagnant subterranean air and landed on one of the potato chips. But while the fly rubbed their front limbs rogether in anticipation, she noticed something even more delightful.

It was faint but her instincts recognized it instantly. Something putrefying. Necrotized flesh. Oh yes. The perfect place to lay eggs and grow some healthy maggots: a cadaver.

Notes

This was written in 15 minutes during a Joy of Writing meetup.