“I could do with some muscle tone, bicep build gymnastics.
The bones are rattling …. Am I starting to miss my former celebrity?
Eye-catching tropical extraneous scenic travel pass beyond the psyche.
For us dynamic mates in boundary busting behemoth breakthroughs.”
Cosmos opined almost absent mindedly.
“Christmas Cosmos, that bizarre brain flurry in a four minute mile hurry type thing that set us scrambling for the nearest indelible marker or email ideas draft.
A tower crumbling avalanche of discovery and novelty.”
Charlotte that astronomical fellow scientist and lingoist on the loose with brain displays.
“The flashing cameras had this rhythmic chique.
It wasn’t overly intrusive but added layers to one’s self esteem.
Beads of sweat exuded from my pores at all the motion and commotion.”
Said Cosmos the dynamic inventor.
And he created quite a filibuster with his long winded, comical dissertations and every cogitable gadget, accessory, vitamin innovation, the rainbow coloured spectrum and those shades rippled and enmeshed in a sumptuous platform.
Games including crosswords with their tongue twisting explanation to exasperate.
They were designed for the enterprising and ongoing on the go fly by night or fly by day clique.
Those displays at exhibitions knew no inhibitions.
To coin a metallic zeal turn of phrase which rapidly slipped of the tongues of these two geniuses whose minds were almost as sharp as the brain endowed guru who is the first to read this😇😇😇😇
Yes, Cosmos had only to peer into the wide blue yonder before those neurons sparked and ignited asides, slants, and the intellect of his would wander off in every signposted and unsignposted direction with Charlotte his co-brain and convivial partner in parameters and prestige, perspective.
Twin compass sixth sense “CLUED INS”
in a nonstop stop surf and surge defiant voyage.
But now after using their stunning creativity to vanish they now slipped incognito into a value for splash the cash address.
As both had become sky scraper figures of initiative, whose tumultuous significance pirouetted often only within the ring of steel confines of the academic.
Well, to a quasi quintessential peripheral extent in a manner of fast off the blocks phrase moulding.
This budget bust getaway into a cocoon as respite seemed at one like an ill- judged retreat.
It resembled a quite mildly sinister dwelling used to introduce disquieting intrigue in vintage 1930’s films.
“Ah …. those wretched flies. Charlotte I wish they’d fly away.”
Cosmos getting right curmudgeonly as the dazzling array of dishes color max prepared were now being peppered and nibbled at.
By more than one famished group.
“You once dodged the dodgy brouhaha communication medium now it’s those internal flies.
How they zoom in and gorge,
the arithmetic spot of these flies are…
As meticulous as you and I were in a star gleaner previous incarnation.”
Professor arthropod,
not his actual name, that name that had an adhesive glue like sticking power that stuck also that miffed professor who didn’t like to see such a prominent duo so sagacious, savvy, super nimble minded especially Cosmos and Charlotte disappearing into the streams of mist when their trajectory was at its zenith.
“You’ve flown with the first golden egg gust from the nursery nest of conceptualism we hatched.”
The shattered professor’s entreaty.
The professor was not necessarily agitated but had this spatial preoccupation with peaks, scales, and
and human projection.
Lift off and bird winging capacity an offshoot.
The professor had this hazy silhouette
of now you him see now you don’t.
All his students felt he was omniscient.
Charlotte dryly pried.
“Isn’t there something quite annoying about pests yet fascinating about them?
They give one the screaming habdabs.”
Bearing in my mind the lives that Cosmos and Charlotte both charted, the buzzing flies now have replaced the mind stretching analysis, where interviewers were almost academic assessors, dissecting lapses, meandering waffle that dashed and flew off topic, to wily sidestep devil idiom trap set, the spinning top whirrs always expected of such phantasmagorical luminaries.
“We’ve now detached ourselves from the buzz of the acclaim to a reckless hasty degree …. but are you having this wooly feeling, this ethereal feeling that … dare I say it we might in a fly hopping second go back to things as they were?”
Charlotte’s uncomfortable geometric, tangential aside which gave rise to many spooky avenues that were now flitting flylike on the dials of Cosmos and Charlotte in this riveting roundabout plot.
“Oh now the wretched, wretched flies I left the window to ideally banish such arrant pests.
Rather peculiar that feasting on a gourmet meal uninterrupted is fast becoming an intractable obstacle race of sorts anyway.”
Cosmos wearing a bemused yet somewhat singular air of a countenance resigned to speedily becoming, quick lightning flash frustrated.
One could just as easily speculate about such inane portends, those irritant nudges from the far beyond such as these invasive flies, an unstamped envelope of warning regarding rash impulse.
Charlotte jutted her whimsical smile so bland and calculating at what was transpiring at a fleet of foot moment as in moment that inscrutable momentum.
“Must mind that sweet tooth of yours … ours too and all the concentrated exertion, and speed runner watch the clocking spent doing those dishes.”
It was extremely bizarre how on a certain reduced scale a couple, gifted linguist Charlotte and scientist cosmos made the unexpected transition from standard pursuits of dizzy height attainment to news and novelty absorbed footmark to footmark ravenous pursuit from the mass media and digitalised detail dovetail general circulation press to a current situation where they were being hounded by mercenary though innocuous flies … of all laughable ludicrous things.
It was endemic to the area they spontaneously drifted into with its perfumed, honey comb and sticky caramel cuisine so sun drenched.
Most of their nearby neighbours shrugged it off without qualms of any kind or the other.
Might be seen as an insolent, intrusive, nuisance factor without considering it to be as tedious and burdensome as the protagonists, the central characters who are the cornerstone of this story.
“The thing is we flew away in a somewhat different way eight or nine years ago.
Can you grasp that all with this situation we are in but victims of chase in ornate words.”
Cosmos sighed.
Cosmos and Charlotte gazed out the window and then decided to go for a walk.
“We might get some peace shall we from those abominable flies that seem to be tracking us everywhere.”
They sauntered along hot steam emitting sidewalks knowing that they would no longer have to worry about secret cameras snapping, surprise requests on the spot for interviews, photograph requests.
“I seem to have this weird perception?
Do you consider us universal sentient beings somehow in flight?
Things of the nature and supposedly artificial are in a state of flux.
The word fly kind of brought us together when we first met?”
Cosmos scratched his brow, did some browsing on his iPhone and responded in a sluggish manner.
“Yes, remember the symbolism of it all.
There were birds in flight.
A helicopter overhead seemed an omen at random but yet concoction.
Yet as you say Charlotte our relationship has endured flight?”
They both nodded simultaneously without either having to say much.
“Yikes, a seagull tried to nab my health food bar.”
A rambling stroll picked up speed and a raw breeze gave them impetus.
One could use the expression flying along without too much effort or strain and that’s putting it mildly.
They were impelled, driven, almost as if an external force was this Svengali figure was somehow looming about the place.
Two people who worked together on instinct now were entertaining dark thoughts.
They had noticed things to do with movement, moving spaces, objects, time and space matters related to time and space intruding.
“Ouch was that a bee a wasp or just my mind playing tricks or what.”
Charlotte in exasperation.
On this day of days a rapid unfolding of events had now this life of its own.
“What is this?
I’m seeing kites, flying, people flying up and down slides, more flies about, a buzz in squadrons, I’m seeing, are you seeing dodgems, go cars.”
The couple felt either as if they were passive observers in a dream, a mildly gothic comedy, or they were hallucinating.
“Cosmos, you have just leapt into the air to catch a fly.
Is this your idea of a joke?
You are flying through the air.”
Charlotte now musing on what her options were this warm and blustery day.
“Perhaps, I’ll join you.
I’m still reasonably fit as you are,
That’s one aspect of us that might not have changed despite the suspicious nature of this day when a bunch of flies effectively booted us out of our compartment.”
Charlotte essayed an acrobatic leap into the atmosphere without strain.
They both then did this extraordinary sequence of otherworldly leaps which they had honed from their early yoga and keep fit days.
“Look at what we did start.
There are people copycatting us.
It’s funny people are brushing flies aside and they don’t like it one bit.
The flies that is.”
Cosmos was amazed as well.
People were simultaneous in pointing at them, the couple in amusement.
Splitting their sides laughing.
“People are surrounding us, they are bouncing off ideas such as music, advanced experiment, visual, sound, dance.”
Charlotte in sixes and sevens.
A whirlpool of coincidence now engulfing the couple who were apparently on this mission to escape flies, after a half hearted attempt to duck the iron claws of the media and withdraw into would be nowheresville.
After much fanfare cosmos and Charlotte returned to their bird house type comfort zone on the city fringes.
Only to hear a sonic knock that would rattle rafters or shake the sturdiest ceiling in an out of the blue edge trembler earthquake.
The sort that stings and jabs like closed circle mosquitoes defying exit.
“Professor,
oops, well please,
won’t you come in.
A surprise encounter but destiny and destination do concur.
AND CONQUER - CONCUR!”
Arthropod fleetingly beamed.
Charlotte being courteous if a little discommoded.
“Oh thank you
I’ve been thinking of this project about flies, flight simulation,
even a possible feature film with actors, actresses, you know.
Tentative title Fly Me Away.”
The arthropod dean now gesticulating and had in quaint ways the facial features of a fly!
“Wonder how that’s going to fly?
Or weren’t we flying already at an earlier point.”
This professor dropped hints at absconding, getting away from the limelight.
“I could do with a little peace and quiet or do I?
People emerge from retirement of course much like a butterfly from caterpillar larva.”
Stares were shared hurriedly all around, very sheepish.
“Maybe you might have some original input?”
The arthropod again.
“I’d JUMP at the chance!!”
Silence ensued in a jiffy!
“Like what happened earlier a few hours ago.”
Gasp ….. from Charlotte’s and Cosmos and creepy shock.
“I’ve a feeling it’s going to FLY as a concept.”
At that point a fly landed in a fruit bowl Charlotte had in her hand.
“There ARE WORDS for an incident like that.”
Lingoist Charlotte quipped!!
Cosmos interrupted
“Maybe we should do one of those fly trap games I invented, the ones with the hair splitting that I could barely do myself?
Mmmm…. Fly Me Away or Fly Me Out Of Here!!
The above work inspired by my beautiful, brilliant and warm-hearthed
sister, Jay A.Pallen