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by Laurel
Rated: E · Short Story · Food/Cooking · #978796
Fly in a restaurant short write.
         It is here, on this busy wallpaper that I will wait. My legs itch with anticipation as those tantalizing smells taunt me, beckon me to follow them, but I know better. I have already seen several others meet their demise. The poor saps, they didn’t know better. I have watched the creatures here feast on mounds of repulsively fresh food. They dine on meat still young, vegetables still shining with bright greens and oranges. All that fresh food must make their stomachs hurt. It is no wonder they are so aggressive, using their massive limbs to send venturing flies to their deaths. These beasts smell as horrid as their diets. Some even imitate the vile fragrance of flowers, and the stink muddles the trail that leads to the treasure of rotting food that is still awaiting me somewhere in this dwelling. As dangerous as they are however, I still can not help but be amused by them. I have been watching them for some time now, as I tolerantly wait for them to leave. In their little noisy clusters, they waste mountains of food. They pick at it with sharp, cold tools, push it around in front of them, digesting only a small portion of what was brought. The rest is left for me!
         There are only a few left now. The time has arrived to finally move! I must do it now or the pathway will be closed, and darkness will enfold around me, leaving me to wait until there is light again. I push off with my legs and fly. Through the creatures, past the moving piles of ripened food, I zigzag cautiously. Some of their massive heads turn as the buzzing of my wings catches their attention for a brief moment. The divine aroma is getting stronger; I know I am almost there! I slow down, watching the wall in front of me open and close as the animals thrust their way through it. I follow one closely, and make it through! Faster and faster my wings carry me as the perfume of decaying cuisine pulls me like a string to a feast fit for a queen bee. Finally, I arrive!
         As soon as my feet touch down on the heap of food, a multiplicity of tastes are sent through me. I gorge on a pungent chunk of meat that is swimming in a swirl of cold mesquite sauce, and melted whipped cream. I dive into a bed of molding broccoli already tinted a delicious black, and surface with my wings decorated in hard bits of stale, yellow cake that I break down and blissfully slurp. There is more food here than I had ever imagined in my most intricate of dreams. Rancid morsels of lamb, duck, and beef are tucked away in little beds of sour, blond sauces. Bits of stale bread are soaked in icy sugar filled coffee and tepid bitter wine. Raw slivers of chicken are drizzled with oily, perished custard. Yellow finned tuna is draped in garlic mashed potatoes, and bathed in a warm chocolate broth. I have found my kingdom!
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