Flies

Thwap
She always did like that sound.
Thwap
It reminder her of the dull hallow sound of her drunken buddies hitting a water cooler with a baseball bat.
Thwap
Only this time the thwap was the sound of a baseball bat hitting her boyfriends already bloody misshapened head.
Thwap.
“That’s almost a tranquil sound isn’t it honey,” She was speaking to her lover of six years into his dented swollen face. She had loved those bright blue eyes he had, the slightly crooked teeth, his rugged three o’clock shadow although he had shaved late the night before. She had always hated that about him, she would be gone at work all day and yet he would wait to when she came home to shave.
“Obviously you never really like spending time with me did you asshole,” she whispered and kicked him in the stomach hard. He groaned a little and rolled his head to the side. His beautiful blue eyes were getting a little glossy now.
“Well honey you think that this place will start smelling bad soon” she asked. “Eh”. She knelt closer to his head so he could her better even with the red arterial blood that was now crusting outside of his ear. “remember the guy next door who shot himself a few years ago with the 20 gauge shotgun and no one gave a damn? The only reason anyone knew something was wrong was when the fly infestation got so bad around the doors and windows of the apartment someone complained to the city. No one heard the sound of the shotgun blast, no one noticed his car never left the driveway for a month, no one saw the man leave his home for a month. No one gave a damn.”
“Do you think anyone will give a damn about you? Will the flies annoy the neighbors enough to call the city again?
“All I wanted was to be happy with you honey. I just wanted to make you happy but I could never do enough for you. It was never fast enough, done correctly enough, smart enough…. Well, that is enough. Letting you see other women, paying for your vices, bringing home money everything was to make you happy” she screamed. “I gave you freedom to do as you desired and you made me feel like a loser for it.”
The bloody man was curling up in the fetal postion on his side now.
She dropped her Louisville Slugger and lit up a marlboro 100 taking long drags between thoughts.staring at the man on the floor.
Her boyfriends head was now so bloody and bruised she couldn’t tell where his nose should have been in comparison to wher it was sitting on his face now.
“Your still the best honey” she said as she snuffed out the rest of the cigarette on her jean.
She picked up the small metal box, took the keys ring and found the one that would open the grey box, inside the foam lining was a Smith and Wesson 357, her prized possession she had bought when she was 14 from a gun trader. While humming an old nursery rhyme she placed one cartridge in the gun she pulled back the hammer and aimed it straight at her former soulmate.
His cloudy blue eyes registered what was going on, he was crying now.
"Do you think the flies will save you honey?" she asked.
Putting the barrel in her mouth she pulled the trigger.