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AN UNBELIEVABLE STORY TOLD BY AN INSECT.
A Barfly's Destiny
The rescue of Alexander Napoleon Crocket.
Written by Angie Strawberry
Chapter 3: What happened at the American
Pub.
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The journey to America is a completely different
story. I doubt if I could finish such story
with how much time, I have left to live.
Especially if I included all my favorites
that, I decided on along the way.
I can feel my life is fading with every beat
of my heart and I want to complete this story
even if it takes my last dying breath.
Nevertheless, back to my story. There I was
in an American Pub. I kept myself hid in
my favorite spot, a place on top of the man's
head that carried me from England. "Home
Sweet Home" at this was inside his long
matted hair. For the most part, on my journey
to America this spot kept me successfully
concealed.
The atmosphere in the American Pub was festive
and just like my homeland Pub the only musical
group that was coming out of the music box
was Bon Scott's ACDC. Some ignorant flies
buzzed by but I could not understand them
at all. These empty headed flies seemed content
bothering the patrons by defecating on their
food. They did not appreciate their own lives
and their deceptive happiness sickened me.
Will they ever just stop and really see what
they have.
The fact that I would die only in a few days
or at any moment if someone successfully
swatted me did not haunt me any longer. I
would not let my fears stand in the way of
my purpose in life. This took a lot of weight
off my conscious.
It did not take me long to find out that
I was in the right Pub. I heard everyone
talking about how much a man called Zongzi
Sentieri who sounded a lot like Bon Scott.
I also learned from listening to them that
Zongzi would be walking in the bar door at
any moment!
To release some nervous tension I few out
of the English man's hair and did a few looptee
loops in the air.
This brought on some unwanted attention by
the other flies that were in the Pub. Some
of the flies came to me and asked about a
million questions however I did not reply
and buzzed away from them.
When I did buzz away from them, I was not
looking where I was flying and flew into
a thick cloud of cigar smoke. I got instantly
dizzy and crashed against a neon sign and
then I fell onto the windowsill. While lying
on my back, I kicked my legs and rubbed my
bug-eyes. My stomach became oozy. I started
coughing uncontrollably. Then in the middle
of a sharp cough, I died.
I must have died because for a brief moment
I was sitting on top of my body, calmly having
a conversation with spirits of the other
dead flies. They too were sitting on their
bodies that littered the windowsill.
The spirits listened to my life story and
then they informed me that Zongzi would be
coming into the Pub at anytime now. They
said that Zongzi always stands by the music-box
every night and sings along with Bon Scott.
We watched for Zongzi's arrival by looking
out of the Pub's neon lit window. We were
making jokes about someone who was walking
by outside of the Pub when a spirit, who
had introduced himself as Roger, pointed
to a man with a medium build and dark long
hair who was walking across the street and
said,
"There's Zongzi".
Zongzi did not look at all like I thought
he would. He was not that big and he had
long hair. I thought he would be a good dresser
but he was unshaven and his cloths tattered.
I also thought Zongzi would be a happy go
luck type of gent however, he seemed to be
depressed.
Zongzi also looked like he was in a hurry.
Still looking through the Pub's tobacco stained
window, I saw Zongzi walking in a fast pace
toward the Pub and then he reached for the
door.
Click here to continue with A Bar-fly's destiny.
Written by Angie Strawberry
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