The Fly

The world crumbled around her in a form of open hands. She saw them coming. She felt their touch. She heard them collapsing. And then it was all black, and it ended.

He took a napkin off his night stand and cleaned the fly off his palm. A little blood remained so he spat on it and cleaned again. It all came off. Then he threw the napkin to the garbage can and remembered the moth he had set free the day before.

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2 thoughts on “The Fly

  1. cnaska

    Beautifully written.. this is what I think about too when I kill insects (which I try to set free), how they felt and how hypocritical we all are sometimes..

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