Fly salad
October 10 2002 at 5:24 PM |
Harbinger of Death
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“I don’t want a pickle. I just wanna ride my motor-cicle. And I don’t
wanna die. I just wanna ride my motorcyyyy. Cle.”
“Honey.” Keleos tried to affect a patient and kind voice. “What on earth
are you singing.”
“It’s a classic rock song! Come on, I can’t believe you don’t know this
song!”
“You don’t know, do you?”
“Uh. No. I heard it on the radio once a long time ago, and that’s the only
part I remember. But it was funny.”
“You are one weird man.” Keleos patted Daemon on the head. “But that’s one
really good reason why I’m here.”
“Here’s your salad,” said Castalia, setting it down in front of Kel. “Did
you want any dressing?”
“I don’t want a pickle... ”
“Okay, no pickles. But dressing…?”
“Don’t mind him. Do we have any vinaigrette?”
“Of course. Shiva!”
“What?” She poked her head in from the kitchen.
“Bring the vinaigrette when you come, please.”
As they all sat down together, the lights popped out. And then, SWOOSH.
“I’m dizzy!” said Shiva, whirling around. “What’s going on?”
“You’re flying. Stop it,” Keleos told her. Shiva promptly stopped, and
thus plopped onto the leaf where the others were standing. “Oooof.”
“Man, you are uuuuuglyyyyy!” cackled Daemon.
“This is the one and only time you can get away with that, because you
happen to be right,” Keleos said, glaring at him with her multi-faceted
eyes. “We appear to be common houseflies.”
“Wheeee!” said Shiva, whirling around again, and enjoying it this time.
“Go get her, would you?” Kel sighed to Castalia, who took off and tried to
catch Shiva, but was unsure of how to use these new wings. “We have to get
a plan here.”
“What’s the point?” Daemon asked. “You always tell me it’s inevitable, and
just to take it.”
“Yeah, but that’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy a good challenge, and
besides, I’m not the kind to just take anything.”
“Then why do you always say that to everybody else?”
“Well, they’re not me, now, are they?” She gazed up at her circling
assistants. Now they were both saying “Wheeee!” She went up after them,
and Daemon followed.
“Would you two grow up!” Keleos said. But then one of them broadsided her
(it was hard to say which one of them it was, since flies do look alike,
after all) and took down all four of them as they fell.
“Good thing we landed on this plant,” said Castalia.
“Yeah, it’s even got shade,” Shiva said.
“Shade?” Kel looked up. “Oh dear.” CHOMP. The Venus Flytrap clamped down
over them and an acidic fluid oozed out over them to make them digestible
for the plant.
“Ow,” said the three girls.
“I don’t wanna die, I just wanna ride my motorcyyy—“
Four more arrived at the guest house.
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