Another fine twisted tale from the master of twisted tales, Elisson:
I was sitting at my desk in the Home Office, pounding out the PowerPoints, when I heard the buzz of a housefly.We don't get flies in the house too often. Where had this fucker come from?
As I toiled, I kept hearing the buzz more often. It became evident that there were several flies performing reconnaissance runs through the house. What the hell was going on?
By nightfall, almost all of the flies were dead, their corpses scattered like raisins throughout the house.
Damn. I'm going to have to stop leaving that poisoned raw meat in my sock drawer.