Photo by John Talbot

I feel like I am dreaming. It is a hot summer and I open all the windows to cool off the apartment. I enter my bedroom and there are nine giant flies resting on my bed. They are each about a foot long and their bodies are black as oil with silvery highlights. They have long barbed legs that taper at their joints, makes me think of crabs. Their wings are luminously opalescent with green, pink, orange and violet streaked. There is a buzzing noise coming from the random movement of their wings, vibrating the whole room. My skin feels funny from the vibration, almost like it is moving.

They are beautiful and scary. I'm not quite sure if they are dangerous, so I go out of the room and get a broom to shoo them away. The buzzing stops and it is dead calm. I hurry, feeling my stomach tighten as I peek around the door frame into the room.

I see a beautiful fragrant flower there on the bed with them. It smells amazing, the whole room smells amazing, making me remember when my mother would bake cookies, being a child. Then all of a sudden I realize that the flower and memory is a gift from them. I feel silly for having thought they were scary. I say thank you and they leave out my open window.

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