I have some new posts at Musical Dreams and Angelic Dreams that you should check out if interested.  I have a lot on my plate but will hopefully be back to writing poetry within this year. I appreciate all my readers and hope that you all will enjoy the other two ‘connected’ blogs as well. Posts on Muscial Dreams is more of a daily life blog and reveals some insight into what I have been handling; along with my nerdy insights to topics I am interested in.  Angelic Dreams is where I like to post my short stories.  I am currently gathering information for a religious post on Musical Dreams.

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To be a fly… (pg 2)

…continued from To be a fly…

Thomas cut the feed and looked around. He wanted to investigate further but Sanderson outranked him. Suspicious activity was low today. He saw no reason why he could not continue monitoring the strange man.

“His eyes flashed red,” Thomas said, straining to keep the aggravation out of his voice. “If that’s not a valid reason to watch him, then I’d like to know what is.”

Sanderson spun around on her heels.

“And just what excuse are you going to use when they ask why you were watching him? Huh? Free porn?!”

Thomas giggled and immediately regretted it. The stormy look Sanderson had gave him goosebumps.

“This is a serious matter,” Sanderson said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, ma’am!”

“It could have been a reflection of light.”

“I doubt it.”

“Turn the feed back on.”

Thomas grinned and switched on the feed. The man was still sitting there. Both agents leaned in to get a better look. His eyes were red. They did not flash, and it was not the light; they were completely red. Sanderson sat down as they were pulled into his world.

“I know you’re watching me,” the man whispered. “I don’t know who you are, but I know you’re watching. I’ve done nothing wrong, but I can if you like.”

The man smiled as the agents shuddered. Smoke began to rise from his fingers. The office grew hotter as the mirrors burst into flames, the glass shattering and swirling around the room. Sanderson cried out as her cheek was cut and began bleeding. She tried to crawl under the desk, but something was preventing her.

“Who are you,” rang clearly in her head.

She screamed again, her head shaking back and forth.

“So you’re not going to tell me,” she heard. “I was going to be nice. Oh well, your choice. Whatever you think you’re doing — stop. Never mind the theatrics.”

Sanderson opened her eyes and looked around the room. The mirrors were all intact. There was no fire. Thomas was looking at her strangely.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

“Why is your cheek bleeding?”

Sanderson jumped a little and felt her cheek. Blood. She rubbed her fingertips together and shook her head. He obviously did not see anything.

“I’m not sure,” she said quietly.

“Good girl,” came a laugh within her head.

To be a fly…

inspired by: Oh to be a Fly on the Wall

“Sanderson, come look at this,” Agent Thomas said quietly.

Special Agent Danielle Sanderson rolled her eyes.

“What does this fool want now?” she wondered.

She glanced at his screen and gasped.

“What the hell?!” she said.

“You’ve got the hell part right!” he grinned. “That’s not his wife!”

Sanderson looked at Thomas in astonishment.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Monitoring,” he said, trying not to laugh. “You want sound?”

Sanderson looked around.

“Yeah, if…they’re having an affair…who knows what else they’re up to.”

Thomas and Sanderson laughed quietly when they heard what the lovers were saying.

“Do you think she’ll ever find out?” the woman asked while putting on her shirt.

The man snorted.

“She’s stupid.”

“Oh ok. But what if she does find out?”

The man reached over and slapped the woman. He grabbed her chin.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to question me?”

The woman shook her head, her golden hair hanging in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“Don’t you have something to do,” the man smiled.

The woman got up and scurried to the door. She did not dare look back as she closed it and walked to her car.

The man laughed as his eyes flashed red.

Agent Thomas cut off the feed.

“Did his eyes…?”

“No,” Sanderson shook her head. “No.”

“What should we do?”

“Nothing. Just keep working”