Barge and the fly
I gaze out the window of an old barge boat now converted as a bar upon a calm river, sipping from a water-stained glass that is filled to the brim with sweet fizzy cola. I had only just turned eighteen, but the day was still young. The air is calm and tranquil with a faint sound of rock music just about interfering with my quiet moment I am having. Upon my gaze a young, handsome guy crosses my eyeline in the distance as he is walking over to his silver Mini Cooper. My eyes follow the direction where he is heading and as he reaches his vehicle, his eyes meet mine for a brief moment. I smile, he nods and then enters his vehicle. He drives slowly away until I can no longer have a visual of the silver car. Oh, what a lovely brief encounter that was. My moment is then interrupted by a buzzing sound, a pesky fly right by my ear and no doubt the damn thing is after my cola. I waft it gently away and with luck the fly moves towards the open window and buzzes off. Thank goodness the cola is still all mine. I turn around gracefully to the table where my drink is and as coincidence shows to me, a poster on the wall catches my eye stating ‘Time Flies.’ I giggle to myself in the funny moment reading the poster when suddenly the irritating buzzing sound is back. I move my head in the direction to come face to face with that pesky fly again.
I try flicking the fly away but its attempt to take my sweet drink from me is its key priority, it dodges my hand and quickly flies over to my glass. Why couldn’t it just have been a butterfly instead as for sure it would not be irritating me to get to my drink? It lands on the rim and begins circling round the glass, I quickly move my thumb and finger to try grab the damn thing but the little sod is too quick for me and enters the inside of the glass. Heading to my sweet cola I try grabbing the fly again and to my advantage luck was on my side as I finally have hold of it. Haha I win little fly as that cola is mine. Suddenly the glass slips over from underneath me and falls right into my lap. No more sweet cola for me. Bye bye drink and hello to sticky jeans. Ok Mr Fly you may have won this battle, but the war is far from over.
My First.
An excellent idea just came to mind as though I had just lit a light bulb, yes the idea was going to be amazing. I jumped onto my bicycle and hit the road, I just had to share my opinion with someone. I biked up to the nearest bus shelter and right on cue there he was, Tom, the one I would share my amazing idea with. The idea that had just come to mind as easy as lighting up a light bulb that made me jump onto my bicycle to the nearest bus shelter to see Tom.
“Tom, I have the best idea to tell you.” I said, all giddy.
“Go on, be quick as my college bus will be here any minute.” He said with a smile.
“Tom, I love you. I want you to be my first.” I blurted it out before realising there was a crowd at the bus shelter. Tom went bright red as a tomato. Nerves hit me, I felt a strange sensation in my stomach as though I had butterflies in there fluttering around.
“I will speak to you later about our…. Erm… situation.” The bus then pulled up, and he made a quick getaway to jump on the bus.
Isolation
Day One
My first day being stuck inside these four brick walls. Recently our country was diseased by a plague virus concocted by the DNA of vermin. It is lead to believe that this virus is manmade, created in a laboratory somewhere in the world and has been given the nickname of ZOVI. Yesterday my college was forced to close for the safety of the students and our tutors. Someone had come to the premises severely infected from ZOVI. A student who did not understand what he was doing approached the primary entrance of the college campus. I was just in his eye site where he tackled me to the ground and took a chunk out of my arm. He was sweating feverishly along with the reddest of blood-shot eyes I had ever seen. My mum was called instantly, she is a scientist so now it was her mission to find a cure. Wrong place, wrong time to be, I guess.
Day Five.
Today they have shipped me from the comfort of my own home to a secure safe house. I am under full surveillance for twenty-four hours. I haven’t seen or spoken to my mum since she went into work five days ago. I know she is working hard to try to find a cure for me. Symptoms check, I am starting to feel a burning sensation round my cheeks and my forehead is dripping droplets of sweat. I also found out today that the prime minister has ordered the country to go into full lockdown until further notice. Last time I saw my friends was six days ago, I am missing them so deeply. At seventeen I should be hanging out with them, not locked away like some animal in a cage.
My insides begin to erupt, I can sense I will throw up. I have eaten nothing today so I hope it will just be some bile. As I make it to the nearest toilet, I lean over the porcelain bowl
