Category : Stories

Sub Category : Thriller

"Lindsey, I think it's over."
At least I think that's what Tommy said. I could hardly focus with that excessive buzzing. The buzzing of the fly. Such a little thing, yet the buzzing is so loud. 

"I just can't live like this anymore." Tommy goes on. I pay no attention. Instead, I stand up and waltz around the couch, keeping an eye on the fly.

 "Sometimes, you can be a monster." His words reach me but mingle with the buzzing. It becomes hard to differentiate the two.

BUZZ.."..emotional hell.."…BUZZ.."..love you anymore.."…BUZZ 
I have to kill this thing. So I look around the room and spot the old marble ashtray on the table behind the couch. It is only for decorations, since neither of us smoke. I reach and grab the child figure sitting on one end of the ashtray. The child gives me a nice firm grip. I feel it's weight and then i scan for the fly.

Patience Lindsey, I think, watching the fly, waiting for it to land. Like a recluse spider, i strike just as my prey relaxes within range.

WHACK..I got it..Just then, Tommy falls to the floor.

   I laugh, realizing that the incident is like one of those cartoons. Someone gets accidentally hit because a fly happens to land on them.  I back around the couch to see Tommy lying on the floor. Near his head, is a large puddle of blood. 

 Damn..Such a little thing and a whole lot of blood. It's ok, Tommy will clean it up when he awakes. For now, I am content with enjoying the silence.