Bonzer Words!: Louie
Colleen McMillan's story tells of an unwelcomed encounter in a motel room.
She sits down, gratefully easing her feet from her walking shoes. A rest is what's needed. And this motel room, with its soft pastel colours, deep carpet and inviting bed, is very conducive to rest. But no, she will not let herself be lured by the thought of that bed yet. If you come to see the sights, you come to see the sights. She picks up her tourist guide.
But he is there, interfering, fluttering around her, in her face. She waves him away. He takes the hint for a short time. Then he is back more annoying than ever. She indicates more strongly that she wishes to be alone and again for a little while he complies.
Frustrated she stands and walks to the window gazing at nothing in particular. Within minutes he is there behind her seeking her attention. She turns to put on the kettle and he is there. She stoops to find some biscuits and he is there, demanding.
She feels slow anger rising steadily to boiling point, and when she turns with steaming coffee in her hand to find he is at the table before her, lava erupts. She raises her tourist guide and strikes him. HARD.
Then taking a tissue from the bathroom she gingerly picks up his crushed black body and deposits him in the bin.
Louie the fly is no more.
© Colleen McMillan
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Colleen writes for Bonzer magazine. Please visit www.bonzer.org.au
