SciFi and Fantasy Art: The Fly

The night air was heavy with the smell of fetid rubbish. I heard a rustling from outside. Cautiously I pulled bakc the curtian. Nothing stirred in the inky blackness. For the moment I relaxed.

Then it came again.

Slurp....slurp....slurp!

I chekced again. Still nothing moved outside. Then I looked down. There was a pool of slimy liquid. I flet somthing cold and wet hit my back........

We were told they had mutated from common house flies. The flies had grown large from our refuse.

Moral: don't dump your responsibilities. Clean up your own rubbish! There is also a skeleton to be found in the picture, it's reasonably well hidden. Pen and ink.