Agnes had not slept for three nights. Insomnia, the doctor said, take a pill. But pills did nothing to help her sleep. In fact, they had the opposite effect. To pass the night, Agnes sat at her computer, trolling discussion pages, leaving comments meant to instigate anger and aggravation. Agnes wasn’t the sort of person who enjoyed conflict, but no sleep does things to a person’s head.
Then there was the fly, the incessant buzzing that grew louder with each passing night. The sound grated on her nerves. She tried swatting it, but her reflexes were too slow, resulting in even louder buzz as it circled her head.
“ENOUGH ALREADY!” she cried. But the buzzing continued.
As dawn crept through the window, Agnes made her decision. She kept the Colt-45 next to her bed in case of robbery. The massive fly sat on the computer keyboard, challenging her with enormous red eyes. Agnes raised the gun and pulled the trigger.
The sound of gunfire filled the entire house and led to a flood of calls to 9-11. The gun fell from Agnes’ hand as she walked to the bedroom and fell into bed.
Sleep had come at last.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a short 200-word story inspired by a photograph. This week’s photo is provided by A Mixed Bag. I hope this story does not keep you up at night.