Dreams of Flying

Frankie had always dreamed of flying over the city. They could fly, of course. But their tiny wings would only take them so far. Their typical journey was buzzing from one trash heap to another or hovering around a particularly fruity pile of dog poo.

But Frankie had dreams of something bigger.

So that fateful sunny afternoon, Frankie found themselves stuck in this large, curious container. It was full of sweaty, hot and bothered humans and so many exciting new smells.

But the smells were odd, different from normal. Naturally drawn to the light, Frankie flew to one of the numerous small portals to the outside world and buzzed around it. There didn’t seem to be an escape. Not to worry. A human squashed next to the portal was gorging on some sweet and sticky food, and Frankie started buzzing towards that when suddenly there was an epic shift of air, and the canister started rocketing forward at great speed.

Frankie was forced back into the portal and cast their many eyes outside.

WOW!

Frankie could fly fast, but had never been so high so quickly. This was all that Frankie had dreamt about. Frankie wished they could get out of this portal and see more. See it all. Still, this was better than anything Frankie had ever imagined. Frankie assumed that what they could see stretching out in front of them was what a large collection of humans called a city. There was so much of it from up here. Gigantic grey structures dotted across the horizon, getting simultaneously smaller and vaster as the canister flew forward and upward.

Then, just as suddenly, the city disappeared and out of the portal was a patchwork of white puffs and an expanse of blue. Was this the sky? Frankie had seen it, always looming above, but had never imagined it was reachable. These humans were incredible. Wonderfully smelly and dirty, but incredible.

Frankie felt so small and insignificant up here and thought of their dozens of children. Would Frankie see them again? If so, what stories Frankie would have to tell. Frankie would be the best-travelled fly they knew and get all the best piles of crap to buzz around from now on. Finally, get the respect that Frankie deserved.

If Frankie ever got home. Where were they going?

Frankie started to panic. This was an awe-inspiring experience but also nerve-wracking.

Then, out of the corner of their eyes, Frankie heard a loud, aggressive noise that sounded something like “Fffffing Ffffflllie”, and a large rolled-up black and white object came careening towards them aggressively. Frankie tried to dodge but was too distracted by the sensory overload. The pain was immense. Frankie felt all of their body cave in, and their insides started oozing everywhere.

This was the end, but at least Frankie had achieved their dream and could die the happiest fly that had lived.

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