Thoughts on Fruit Flies

After midnight, Friday. Or Saturday, I suppose.
I accidentally left some fruit to go 'past It' in the fruit bowl, so we were overrun with those tiny, stupid fruit flies. So I got out my electrified tennis racquet thing and started executing them. All are now gone, except one, who seems to have learned from his erstwhile companions' mistakes. He keeps dodging me and getting a stay of execution. But....everywhere I go, there he is. Is he following me?

Is he?

Why?

Oh, my goodness. He is the last one.

Do flies get lonely? Is he aware I killed all his companions? They could have been his family. All his brothers and sisters. Gone.

Is he aware he is a fruit fly? Does he know I am NOT a fruit fly? Does he have a sense of self awareness? Can he tell the difference between self and not-self? Is he silently reproaching me for massacring his pals/ Brothers/ sisters?

I just cannot cope with this. Where is that 'sectocutor? I'll sort him out. Trying to make feel bad about harming a fly. He'll be gone...in a flash.

Literally.

Heh, heh, heh............



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Written on 2019-07-28 at 15:09

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Sameen
What a wonderful little tale. I enjoy the sympathy and morbidity.
2019-07-29


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Joe is right, an empath lives a life of unending introspection. It's exhausting, as you've written. On the other hand, flies are people, too. On the other hand, flies must die.
2019-07-28


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah... the vivid extents of the empath! Well done Marie!
2019-07-28