Chronicles of Fly

“Easy now,” said a pair of big beady brown eyes. “Slowly.” Said the skinny paramedic as she helped her sit up. Faith was confused, she looked around. All she saw were green curtains and a hospital bed, she touched her head, then her chest, and looked down at her feet. Every time she’d woken up on a hospital bed, she’d be assaulted by the pain of some sort of injury. The injuries never surprised her, the person who inflicted them did. He always apologized and promised to change. She’d forgive him and agree not to press charges, things would quiet down for a few weeks, and he would act the part of the loving husband. But, eventually, history would repeat itself. She’d discover yet another indiscretion, yet another desecration of their marriage vows. If it wasn’t secret text messages from Priska, it was nude images from Priscilla. It seemed as though Priska’s role was to listen to her husband bitching about her shortcomings, and Priscilla’s role was to offer the warmth of her thi...

Faith hated the sound of a siren, it made her mentally relive events that she preferred to erase and forget. She hated flashing lights even more, they reminded her of the last ride she took in a police car. The day her husband almost blinded her, he failed. But, the attending physician at the hospital succeed. Although momentarily as he flashed his little torch in her left eye, if her retina could talk, it would have screamed profanities in the doctors face. “It’s a miracle,” said the stubby doctor. Any more pressure against the railing at the bottom of the stairs and she’d be a Cyclops. She wasn’t surprised that the love of her life dragged her by her mane, kicking and screaming. She wasn’t surprised that he threw her down the stairs, fracturing her eye socket. None of that surprised her, she was surprised that she stayed with him. The quick glance into the past pulled her away, but reality pulled her back to the present. “What did you say his name was?” Asked the skinny pa...

The woman he loved called him a stranger, the woman he hurt called him a selfish bastard, and the woman he adores admitted to him that she’s in love with a ghost. Life had reached for his testicles and squeezed them until the pain drowned his cries for mercy. He decided that he’d had enough, he was taking the easy way out. He wrote the note, changed his will and made sure his insurance was paid up. But when the moment came he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t commit to his decision, the story of his life. He walked away from the ledge on the roof of the building that he built his career in, the security guard at reception never asked any questions, and his workaholic tendencies were well known. But little did he know that it would be the last time he’d leave that building 4 hours after everyone else had gone home. She’d ignored his flaws and committed herself to him, a union she lived to regret. The woman he confided in, the woman he did business with, and the woman he emptied his d...