copyright: Douglas M. Macilroy
"Afraid so, Helene. I just can't seem to get that bug out of the system … so to speak."
"Oh, Andre, every time you transport yourself in the disintegrator-integrator, you come running out here with that contraption over your head saying 'here we go again!'"
"I know, I know. That pesky fly keeps getting into the chamber with me and our atoms get mixed and I wind up with a fly's head …”
"And I have to catch the fly with the human head so we can reverse the process. Well, better get going."
"Helene, this time it's ... um ...a little different."
"This time I was in the Chamber with Uncle Herby."
"OMG! Help me! Help me!"
In remaking The Fly as my contribution to this week's Friday Fictioneers based on the picture prompt above, I faced a daunting task. Both of the previous versions of The Fly made in 1958 and 1986 were quite good and very successful, and I had a budget of $2.25, no actors, and only 100 words to work with, although I always cheat on the words.
So I hit on the idea of introducing a new character: Uncle Herby. Hopefully you loved him. If not, I'm sure you'll love the takes on the prompt by the other Friday Fictioneers which are materializing right now in the disintegrator- integrator if you click on it here.
Now will somebody please get Uncle Herby's sexual organs off my forehead?