They are in my house waiting for me.
I slowly turn the dead bolt lock and push the door open. Holding my breath in hopes that it will somehow keep the door from squeaking. My eyes slowly criss cross the room looking for any sudden movement.
They hide in different corners of my house every day.
I slowly make my way to the kitchen and jump at the kitchen sink as though an army might come out of the pipes to attack my darkened soul.
I try not to let my foolish excitement overrun me. They are still here. They must be.
I slowly make my way down the hallway. Careful not to make a sound. As I turn the corner, there they are.
Just waiting for me.
Laughing at my utter inability to stop them.
I throw everything I have got at them. To no avail.
And just like that they are gone.
Back into hiding.
Just waiting for my next move.
~my ode to fruit flies~