“Karam!” Brad buzzed spiritedly, daringly letting his flight place him right in Karam’s line of sight.
Wings abuzz while hovering over the tabletop, he kept pleading silently with his enormous friend. “Karam! It’s me…Brad!”
He saw Karam looking at him. His eyes were focused right on his tiny form. He just needed to do something to communicate his dilemma…
But as he hovered there, hopeful, those giant, dark eyes flickered, glanced to the side. That’s when Brad noticed the pair of huge hands, one on either side of him, that had gotten into position without his even being aware.
And, in the instant after he noticed them and realized his mistake, the walls of flesh rushed toward him from either side, smacking together with a loud impact.
There was a loud ringing and his wings faltered. His buzzing sputtered to a sudden stop as his frail form was smeared between the enormous palms. The man smacked his hands on the lap of his pants, brushing off his handiwork.
Brad’s mangled tiny form got transferred to the fabric stretching across the crotch of Bernard’s pants.
The loud ringing continued, but grew weaker.
Bernard chortled boorishly and grinned, adding a lame apology when he noticed Karam and Nathan staring in surprise at his unexpected action.
“Hate the little buggers!” Bernard offered in explanation
The ruined insect remains stayed plastered to the front of Bernard’s pants until the large man stood a short while later to depart with Karam. The two hairy, shirtless bears attracted a mild stir from nearby patrons.
Only outside the bar as the pair approached Bernard’s car did the lifeless husk get shed from the pants, falling into the gutter along the edge of the street.
“Looks like rain,” Bernard remarked.
Karam nodded and got into the vehicle on the passenger side.
Indeed, rain started falling even as Bernard, behind the wheel, drove his new friend away from the bar as a trickle of rainwater washed away the last of the fly, lately one Brad Rivera.