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  • Writer's pictureTankut Öztuna

Murderer,

There was no harm, but it was irritating me. It was stubbornly bothering me. The more I chased it, the more it came back. I was patient and trying to understand it. I thought if I understood what it wanted from me and gave it what it wanted, it would leave. I changed the room. Now I was in a mood that could harm it. It came there too, as if following the light. My patience began to be strained. I said, "Patience," and waited. It started bothering me again. When I thought there was nothing more to do, there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I had opened it to my favorite person. I welcomed them in with a big welcome. We went to the living room and sat down. We were breaking the back of the conversation when it came again and started bothering that most beloved person of mine. I began to think that it deserved death and made a plan. I was going to kill it with a pillow when it least expected it. This cruelty inside me fueled me even more. I said, "Whatever happens, happens." I showed so much tolerance and it didn't deserve these feelings of mine. Okay, you also have a life but you won't bother me anymore. Nor my guest. I quietly took the pillow. I lay in wait to catch its motionless moment. I recorded its movements inside the house in my brain. Now this was a war and I had to know how my enemy behaved. In fact, this war had been initiated by wronging my most beloved person. That moment came. I slowly got up from where I was sitting. I tightly held the pillow with both hands. It's almost over. It will pay for what it has done. I slowly approached it. It looked quite vulnerable and pitiful. This is it, it's over, I thought. I lifted the pillow and was about to put it down. Damn fly flew. I couldn't see where it went. Fortunately, I narrowly escaped from being a murderer at the last moment. Interestingly, I never saw that fly again in the house.


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