A fly keeps landing on the woman in front of me on the bus.She does not know what it is.
She has looked at me twice.
Yes lady, I am touching your neck and pretending not to.
It did it again.
She is freaking out.
Now she looks like she is swatting at imaginary insects.
I love it.
The other passengers think she is crazy.
I think I read that when a fly lands on you, it throws up on you and then eats the vomit.
If that is true, good.
Serves her right for thinking it was me touching her.
Do I look like I like to touch girls?
I'd rather touch the fly.
She just looked at me again.
Bitch!
I should tell her it is a fly, but why?
I like that she thinks she is sitting in front of a serial killer.
I may touch her just to validate her belief.
Or ask her about the lambs.
Silence of the Lambs was a great movie, but even Hannibal Lector did not ride the bus touching woman's necks.
Eating their brains, yes.
Touching their necks, no.
She just got off at her stop.
She gave me a dirty look.
At least I think it was dirty.
She may just always look that way.
I should have gotten off the bus too.
Followed her.
Touching her neck.
I hope the fly followed her home.
I hope it keeps landing on her neck all night.












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