So, how's it going?
Part of summer is having flies buzzing around - I'm talking about inside.
Something attracts them in. Food? A new, exciting environment? Adventure? Then they can't find a way out.
Could Heaven work like this?
One moment Bert was sweating and having great difficulty breathing. This was Bert's last moment on Earth*. Bert had been a decent bloke overall. He'd been one of three children and his parents did their best in most respects. They weren't church going people, which suited Bert fine, and they weren't rich people. Bert had left school at 15 and gained an apprenticeship as a plumber. He'd married Nancy, when he was 24, and they'd raised two girls. He liked a beer (or two) and was happy when he was watching rugby or working on his old car. Both of his daughters attended university - one studied philosophy and the other chose English. Bert often joked that he didn't go to university, but he could speak English very well. He did worry a lot about how his daughters would get jobs, but they both turned out okay.
The next moment Bert was standing in a big open space. There was nothing to notice, except for two large, open gates that seemed to have captured the sun. He had nowhere else to go so he walked towards them, then through them. Bert really had no expectation of what would be on the other side. It had been a very weird day so far, so he was about to accept just about anything.
Suddenly Bert was a fly! He started to fly around the space. Maybe coming through those gates was a mistake! There were parts you could see through but, when you approached them, they were like rock - rock that you could see through. Bert wanted to get out.
Bert sat on the big clear thing.
OKAY READERS, I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO FINISH THIS STORY YOURSELVES IN A COMMENT.
PLEASE GO EASY ON BERT BECAUSE HE IS (WAS) NOT A BAD GUY.
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD DO TO A FLY WHO ENTERS YOUR HOME.
DOES HIS MISJUDGEMENT REQUIRE SOME TERRIBLE END?
HERE'S YOUR CHANCE TO SAVE BERT, OR OTHERWISE...
* aka Jasper
Too late.
RispondiEliminaI just eliminated two flies (Bert and his wife?) before I read this post.
Nazi!
EliminaOr god fearing christian?
EliminaNo, just someone who doesn't like flies. Those, and wasps are the only two insects I kill although that white tailed spider that bit me years ago and caused awful pain came to a bad end, I tell you Matey.
EliminaHey, great to all this support for RBB3*!
RispondiElimina* the blog that's not too bad
Well, it’s not the worst blog you run.
EliminaBert stopped. Take deep breaths and think he thought. Though his kaleidoscopic vision was useful for avoiding threats, it was not helping him now. He needed to focus. If only he could have seen the specks of dust and his own fly shit on the glass, Bert might have reasoned that he was on a near invisible two dimensional surface.
RispondiElimina