Write about: the outbreak.
We had a wet and very windy morning here, which made harvesting tomatoes for the bakery and coffee shop rather... unpleasant. I got it done, though, before taking a break with Kat and Max to go for coffee in town.
After lunch the weather was slightly better. I managed to finish the rest of the harvest and then make the deliveries as well.
This evening was a quiet one, spent with family. We took Max out to the berry patch to pick some raspberries for ourselves, which is always a nice treat. Sometimes we forget to do that, we're so focused on selling to others.
They appeared out of thin air, or so it seemed. One moment there was peace and quiet, the next they were here. And there. And everywhere.
Now they travel in thick, stomach turning clouds. Perched on walls, counters, tables, they take flight when approached - either on purpose or accidentally. Always an unpleasant surprise, that.
I strike one down and fifty take its place. Thousands are vacuumed away and seconds later it is as though nothing has been done to stem the tide.
The fruit flies are winning this war. My defeat seems inevitable... but I know a secret.
Winter is coming.