On an otherwise uneventful Thursday night, Blue Butterfly settles in for the evening. Gently, she rustles beneath the covers while watching "Old School Killers: Twin Dragons." The only light in her cozy bedroom eminates from her laptop as the expanded view of Netflix reveals the 1973 feature.
Suddenly,while leaning on her left hand, there comes a disturbance from behind her head. The noise is familiar, yet unwelcome. Blue Butterfly rushes to the light switch on the wall exposing her suspected nemesis: Brown Waterbug. Discharging a sound of disgust, Blue Butterfly stares down Brown Waterbug. As if to laugh at her despised glare, Brown Waterbug unleashes his wings, flaunting his intention to employ his flying technique. Until this very moment, Blue Butterfly thought herself to be the only free flying creature in the room; she regrets ignoring the legendary accounts of Brown Waterbug's aerial skills.
It is fight or flight for both species in the room; Brown Waterbug makes the first move. Blue Butterfly takes flight through the house, slamming the bedroom door behind her, enclosing Brown Waterbug in the room. Blue Butterfly instantly realizes the futility of this maeuver and begins to devise a plan to lure her enemy out...and into the open...into the killing fields.
Blue Butterfly hesitates, thinking of the exposed clothes in the room where Brown Waterbug could easily hide. A flurry of thoughts flood her mind:
In a BLINK! Blue Butterfly opens the bedroom door, slaps the light off and flits to the living room.
In silence, Blue Butterfly awaits the golden moment. Marveling at the turn of events of the evening from serenity to severity, Blue Butterfly looks up from her contemplation to behold her opponent perched quietly on the bedroom door. The trap was set to perfection.
The classic table cloth trick turns into the scarf on the clothing bin trick, and all contents fly about the room as Blue Butterfly reaches for it as her best weapon of attack.
Deep, uproarious, profane screams of insults to Brown Waterbug's lineage come racing out of Blue Butterfly's mouth. A blue scarf whips about the room as both Brown Waterbug and Blue Butterfly retreat into the room for the final showdown.
Suddenly,while leaning on her left hand, there comes a disturbance from behind her head. The noise is familiar, yet unwelcome. Blue Butterfly rushes to the light switch on the wall exposing her suspected nemesis: Brown Waterbug. Discharging a sound of disgust, Blue Butterfly stares down Brown Waterbug. As if to laugh at her despised glare, Brown Waterbug unleashes his wings, flaunting his intention to employ his flying technique. Until this very moment, Blue Butterfly thought herself to be the only free flying creature in the room; she regrets ignoring the legendary accounts of Brown Waterbug's aerial skills.
It is fight or flight for both species in the room; Brown Waterbug makes the first move. Blue Butterfly takes flight through the house, slamming the bedroom door behind her, enclosing Brown Waterbug in the room. Blue Butterfly instantly realizes the futility of this maeuver and begins to devise a plan to lure her enemy out...and into the open...into the killing fields.
Blue Butterfly hesitates, thinking of the exposed clothes in the room where Brown Waterbug could easily hide. A flurry of thoughts flood her mind:
BB:
If I turn out the light in the room and turn on the light out here, the darkness will enfold Brown Waterbug while the greater light will attract my foe into the killing fields. There I will attack. There I will win.In a BLINK! Blue Butterfly opens the bedroom door, slaps the light off and flits to the living room.
In silence, Blue Butterfly awaits the golden moment. Marveling at the turn of events of the evening from serenity to severity, Blue Butterfly looks up from her contemplation to behold her opponent perched quietly on the bedroom door. The trap was set to perfection.
The classic table cloth trick turns into the scarf on the clothing bin trick, and all contents fly about the room as Blue Butterfly reaches for it as her best weapon of attack.
Deep, uproarious, profane screams of insults to Brown Waterbug's lineage come racing out of Blue Butterfly's mouth. A blue scarf whips about the room as both Brown Waterbug and Blue Butterfly retreat into the room for the final showdown.
BB:
Come on out Mutha*&%&*^! You are wrecking my sleep you son of a brown b#$%%&^^% COME ON!
Blue Butterfly spies Brown Waterbug resting on another corner in the room, crawling downward into crevaces that her scarf could not reach. She can only scream a prayer that will echo down into the chambers of the walls of the room, drowning out her foe:
BB:
WHAT THE FU^&&*!!
After violently grabbing a heavy book left unshelved, Blue Butterfly eyes the room after long, hot moments of anticipation. Irony turns the wheel, and fortune smiles. It is the signature technique of Brown Waterbug that leads to its downfall.
Brown Waterbug soars to high ground all too late-Blue Butterfly spies the maeauver and hurls the novel at the target-and misses-hurling obscenities against the air. Blue Butterfly grabs a box of enclosed intoxicating oils encasing four vials of potents-explicatives! Another miss! Blue Butterfly grabs a plastic bottle of shea butter motion lotion-explicatives! more misses! She grabs a spherical jar of Jane Carter Nourish and Shine and holds it in the balance of her hand as the fate of her night is held in the balance...steady...steady...one breath-EXPLICATIVES! BANG!
A brown chunk of Brown Waterbug's thorax smears against the white wall of her bedroom. Brown Waterbug falls to the bed limp and dying.
Where Brown Waterbug musters up the strength to turn over layed beyond Blue Butterfly's comprehension. But it was shoe time.
A determined thud befalls Brown Waterbug as its wing is separated from its body now falling to the floor. She issues a final command to his afterlife:
BB:
GO TELL A FRIEND!
Chest heaving and throat coarse, Blue Butterfly sets a course for the livingroom loveseat for a celebratory smoke. Checking the corpse of the enemy, for assured victory, there, behind the bed, it is sure.
There is a knock on the front door. It is the police.
Glances of fatigue are exchanged. When Blue Butterfly delivers the tale of the battle, the officials bid the one standing a good night. Apparently, the neighbors were concerned about the "domestic disturbance."
Blue Butterfly warily lays down on the couch to recover. Work tomorrow is the reward ahead.
In the morning, Blue Butterfly cleans the mess from the night before, restoring order to the nest...and claims trophies.
The splattered partial thorax on the wall would remain there, resembling a decapitation left on the battlements as in the days of old...and a warning to others belonging to the same clan.
The wing would rest among her collection of stones and shells gathered on near and distant shores.
And now for the body...the body...surely it was...it was...GONE!
The saga continues...
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