just behind my glass of Chardonnay.
I greet the little fucker
“hi there little guy”
he rubs together his front legs
like he’s excited for something.
I reach for my flip flop
swipe down hard, send my wine glass
flying. Glass shatters everywhere.
“You fucking fuck fuck!” I scream.
I inspect the sole but these isn’t a trace of him.
My neighbour peers over the fence.
“Hello” he says cautiously.
“Pesky fucking flies” I retort,
he nods, retreats slowly to a safe distance.
I step over the glass to fix myself