Flies On Airplanes

A Story by Abbe A

life lessons of a grandfather fly describing life to a pupa

Flies On Airplanes By Abbe A.

"Grandfly, Grandly, I must talk to you"
"My little pupa, what is it you need your old Grandly to answer for you?"
"Grandfly, you know I will be a fly soon and I wanted to ask you, where is the best place to live?"
"Where does time go? Why only yesterday you were my little maggot, emerging from that dog dropping your
mother deposited you in."
Grandfly, I'm four days old now, I'll be a fly like you soon."
"Well then, squiggle your fat bundle next to me so I can remember that sticky, squirmy feeling of youth gone by.
Let's talk about what life will be like once you emerge from that larva and take wing."
"Where should I go when I get my wings, Grandfly? I want to know how to have the best life just like you dear Grandfly."
Grandfly paused and scratched his antennae. Carefully he groomed his old face to make a good impression when he answered such an important question.
"You know my little dung dumpling, throughout my life I have talked with flies and other insects of all backgrounds. The best advice I can give you is to get on an airplane and travel the world. It's the most fun you can have."
"Why an airplane Grandfly? And where should I go"
"you know pupa, there are so many places you could live out your month. Look at your Uncle who went off to the Peruvian Mountains to live off sheep droppings in the hills. Your own mother jetted between Cannes and Hollywood and did quite well for herself living off catered meals and bluebloods. When she hopped a flight home, she bragged to everyone how she tasted the likes of Madonna, Drake and Brad Pitt."
"Oh Grandfly that sounds so exciting"
"But my little squish, you must watch for bad habits, like those flies who end up living with winos and drug addicts in back alleys. That's not healthy, they become lazy flies and lose that lust for travel and adventure. I know flies who have hung around hospital dumpsters and morgues, they do not live a full lifespan."
"Not for me Grandfly, I want to live somewhere exciting." Little pupa gushed.
"Warm sunny beaches are great, circuses and carnivals always have the best trashcans full of leftover cotton candy and spilled soda pop and half eaten hamburgers. Of course, you would never go hungry living in one of those places. And if you hang around the rides that spin and jerk like roller coasters, some humans get off and regurgitate food for you, bless them, makes life so much easier. My childhood friend flew to France and lived off very fine wineries. Some flies go west to the national parks, bison droppings, deer, outhouses, they have a smorgasboard! I also have known flies to live in the kitchens of the fanciest restaurants and only have a taste only for haute cuisine. For those flies with plebian taste, there are always buses and outhouses."
"Grandfly, this has been so helpful, as soon as my wings come through I will head for the airport."
"Yes, you'll love it, fine trash and the bathrooms all have a continental flavor. Just don't forget to get aboard the plane."
"But Grandfly what about you, Why aren't you going anywhere?"
"Me, I've been all over, feasting off champion race horses on the blue grasses of Kentucky, to huge African elephants, though you must watch out for the tsetse flies, they are aggressive. I even went to London and landed on the King a few times at a polo match. But to tell you the truth my little pupa, I have come back home to end my living days at that fine deli on 5th Avenue, the pasties are the best I have ever tasted."
"Thanks grandfly, I will miss you, but I will be at the airport with my new wings."
"You'll never regret your decision. Just remember my little one, always pay attention to human hands, some are very quick and vengeful. And when you board the plane, stay in First Class, the give out real food there, the cheap humans in the back only get peanuts."