A man battles swarming flies and a bitter lover in a Canadian farmhouse. This story was creepy, touching, unpredictable, and memorable in the way the language moves the reader from scene to scene as the insects and the lover, both relentless and inconsiderate, literally take over and force the hand of the narrator.
He's a man trying to make the best of a bad situation and when the story concludes, you get the sense that things will only continue to get worse before they get better. I've never read an ending that made my skin crawl like this one did. I'll never look at a housefly in the same way.