Would it be a good way to go?

I speculate about the fly in my beer glass.  It’s not a big fly.  Not a nasty bluebottle or a regular house fly.  It’s a tiny fly.  Little more than a midge.  Just a small, black presence that I initially spot hovering ever closer to my glass.  It is attracted by the beer.  I don’t blame it.  It is a decent drop.  König Ludwig Weissbier.  Costs me almost £7 a pint.  Why wouldn’t the little black fly fancy a free taster?

I shoo it away but, unseen, it returns.  The next time I see it, it is face down and floating.  I try to pluck it out, but my pint is already half-drunk and it is out of my reach.  I try to tilt the glass, but the fly drifts closer to the bottom than to the top; beyond all hope of saviour or salvation.

Dead drunk.

A victim of its own alcoholic gluttony?  Maybe.  But then could not the same be said of me?

© Beery Sue

Beery Sue has a touch of the maudlin.

Read more about Beery Sue’s adventures in Beerland in One for the Road.