Gloria looked at Barbra the fly, who had just landed on Gloria’s left breast. Gloria loved being a fly, and she loved introducing someone else to the secret life of flies and buzzing around giant humans who didn’t know you were anything more than a minor nuisance.
Unfortunately for Barbra, though, one part of being a fly was the danger of it. Gloria knew that herself when she had been a fly, both when she was in the woods mating with another fly and when she approached the giant human Barbra and flew up Barbra’s dress to bite her. Barbra may or may not have known about the dangers, but that was her fault.
So Gloria swatted her. It was easy. She just slapped her hand on her chest and crushed Barbra instantly. She lifted her hand, and she saw a disgusting mush of blood and fly parts, both on her hand and on her breast. It was gross. She wiped Barbra’s remains on her leg, and then got up out of her chair. A swim in the pool would clean her off.
As she did a few laps, she wondered how she could have just done that. Barbra had been a real live human being, someone with whom Gloria had been friendly, if not friends. And now Gloria just murdered her. But although Gloria knew she should feel bad, she didn’t. She just felt like she had swatted a fly. If anything, she felt proud that she had survived being a fly when Barbra hadn’t.
When Gloria finished her swim, she climbed out of the pool and noticed several uniformed resort staff standing next to her chair. They all turned and looked at her.
Oh shit, she thought.