Benny the Black Fly: A Gloomy Journey into the Shadows

In the bustling corners of a forgotten alleyway in the city, there lived a Black Fly named Benny. Unlike his colorful relatives, Benny was as gloomy as a rainy Thursday morning. With wings as dark as the shadows that hid him from the world, he fluttered aimlessly, feeling the weight of existence more than most.

Benny spent his days circling around trash cans, scouring for leftovers that never quite satisfied his appetite. His friends, a gang of brightly colored flies, would buzz joyfully around ice cream carts and picnics in the park, enjoying sweets and laughter. But Benny felt like an outsider; always the last to be invited to the party, and when he did show up, he was promptly shooed away.

One day, Benny overheard a group of humans talking nearby. "You know what I can't stand? Those pesky black flies. Ugh, they creep me out!" The words stung Benny more than any fly swatter could. He hadn’t chosen to be black; he was just born that way. In a city filled with vibrant life and vivid colors, Benny felt invisible, a mere afterthought in the grand painting of urban life.

As days turned into weeks, Benny's gloom deepened. He observed how people swatted at him, chased him away, and spat at the mere thought of his existence. Feeling increasingly depressed, he withdrew to his favorite spot - a rusting bottle cap in the alley, where moist remnants of soda offered a semblance of comfort.

One fateful evening, after a particularly harsh encounter with a looming shoe, Benny decided he'd had enough. With a heavy heart, he took one last flight up into the twilight sky, aiming to escape the judgment and disdain of the world below. As he soared higher, his tiny black form silhouetted against a dying sun, he felt an unfamiliar sense of freedom. But it was fleeting. The warm rays of the sun faded, and night enveloped him.

Benny never returned to the alley. No one noticed his absence; the trash cans were still overflowing, the colorful flies danced unbothered, and in the bustling cafe across the street, humans continued their lives, oblivious to the tiny soul that once struggled in the shadows. Benny became just another forgotten speck in the city, drifting away with the wind and leaving behind the weight of a life unlived. Sometimes, in the quietest moments, if one happened to look closely at the dusk, they might sense the warmth of a Black Fly’s farewell.