The fly in the ointment He decided to take the subway. He clutched the black suitcase tight, the suitcase that did not belong to him, and walked towards the deep green stairs leading to the underground station. Every step he took down the stairs was like walking – step by step – towards a transportable coffin. Once he arrived inside the subway of a coffin, he found a spot furthest to the left where he could be partly anonymous. Usually, the subway was stuffed with people this time of day, yet, not today.
There was a mother tit her toddler in her askew and fairly disheveled perambulator, sleeping carelessly while its mum was talking loudly in her mobile phone. There was a man with a dark suit, hearing music so loud I could hear it through his headphones. There were two boys, each carrying a skateboard of their own, grinning at each other’s Jokes and faces and the voids of the eternal universe and their silly skateboards. There were fairly many people, too many to get recognized, and too many to open the suitcase, the suitcase that did not belong to him.
Nevertheless, he did it anyway. He pressed the golden button on the suitcase, the suitcase that did not belong to him, and opened it. Inside were stacks of small, green men, all staring Judgmentally at him. “What do you think you are doing, young man? ” Benjamin Franklin asked him abruptly. “What do you mean? ” He asked him defensively. “Well we are obviously not yours to take, are we now? ” Abraham Lincoln concluded . Mimi were supposed to transport us, not take us you thief! ” George Washington said repulsively. He was astonished about George Washington’s disdainful behavior.
The subway was a turbulent transport to take, and the suitcase, the suitcase that did not belong to him, jumped up and down in his lap. The people inside this turbulent coffin seemed dead silent, silent like the dead. No mobile, no music no nothing. Mimi are a disgrace, boy’ Benjamin Franklin stated like it was nothing, “what do you think your father is going to say about us? Hem? ” “He is not goanna say anything if he doesn’t find out” He snapped back. “Fine, let’s say your father won’t find out about this huge amount of us.
What about the men you took us from? What are they going to say? Do you think they will Just let you get away with us? ” Benjamin Franklin said. “No, but I have a plan! ” “Whatever your plan is, you don’t have the guts, boy’ Abraham Lincoln said incredulously and clear as a starry night, far like today’s muddy clouds. Mimi don’t know me” He said aggressively, though it seemed only to exacerbate the situation. “Oh yes we do, we know you better than anyone. You are nothing but a scared little boy. You always run away, every time things get tough, you run.
You are nothing but a impetuous coward, the fly in the ointment, scared of your own shadow’ He sat stunned about George Washington’s terrifying accusation; He didn’t want to be that kind of person, he didn’t want to be the man who always runs. This suitcase didn’t belong to him, so he stood up and aimed for the door. As he walked towards it, it slid open and two men in suits walked inside. He froze instantly and felt feeble and powerless. The second they walked in they saw him, and they began taking long, heavy steps toward him. “That suitcase doesn’t belong to you, boy’ The Fly in the Ointment By encompasses
