It doesn't take a lot...
I was lying under the Tuscan sun, oddly enough situated in the upstairs room of ABC'z (Andrew, Brandon, Cassie, and Zack's house). Any other day the two fruit flies twirling around my head would have caused me a fit but today their simple lives brought a small smile to my lips.
As I watched them fly about together I thought about how short their lives would be, after all, the average fruit fly lives for less than two months. In those two months they wouldn't have the same responsibilities as us, they wouldn't have those complicated relationships, they wouldn't have a huge sense of family, love, or really life in way we do at least.
Everything would be so simple
And when someone claps their hands on a small insignificant fruit fly, nothing changes; there is no ripple affect. We definitely feel no sympathy for the pest, always buzzing in our ears and contaminating our food (note to self: throw out those bananas, the freezer did not save them).
I sat up, my stomach growling in protest from the hangover I'd given myself a day previous. As I held out my hand it left a streak of peachy color in the air, the fruit flies dove through it leaving their own streak of black and blue.
I smiled. For one day I'd like to be that fruit fly, because he'd never be alone. For two months he'd be with someone and when they died, the life they left behind wouldn't hurt anyone. No one would mourn. No one would hurt. Life, it seemed, didn't have any downsides.
I lay back down, curling my body to the left. The mattress I'd been resting on slowly began to rise drifting closer and closer to the sun; pulling me into the air just like the fruit flies above.
"Juli?" Danielle called, breaking me from my psychedelic musings, "Cassie's gone missing." Her voice was urgent, I asked her about the details as I pulled my winter coat over my pajamas.
Fin.
As I watched them fly about together I thought about how short their lives would be, after all, the average fruit fly lives for less than two months. In those two months they wouldn't have the same responsibilities as us, they wouldn't have those complicated relationships, they wouldn't have a huge sense of family, love, or really life in way we do at least.
Everything would be so simple
And when someone claps their hands on a small insignificant fruit fly, nothing changes; there is no ripple affect. We definitely feel no sympathy for the pest, always buzzing in our ears and contaminating our food (note to self: throw out those bananas, the freezer did not save them).
I sat up, my stomach growling in protest from the hangover I'd given myself a day previous. As I held out my hand it left a streak of peachy color in the air, the fruit flies dove through it leaving their own streak of black and blue.
I smiled. For one day I'd like to be that fruit fly, because he'd never be alone. For two months he'd be with someone and when they died, the life they left behind wouldn't hurt anyone. No one would mourn. No one would hurt. Life, it seemed, didn't have any downsides.
I lay back down, curling my body to the left. The mattress I'd been resting on slowly began to rise drifting closer and closer to the sun; pulling me into the air just like the fruit flies above.
"Juli?" Danielle called, breaking me from my psychedelic musings, "Cassie's gone missing." Her voice was urgent, I asked her about the details as I pulled my winter coat over my pajamas.
Fin.