Flash Fiction #2 – A Fly in Water

Hope lay flopped over a lawn chair; 

she had been there for hours 

unable to move her limbs, 

in the throws of a particularly awful depression. 

All alone 

until the fly plopped into the swimming pool.

The green-tinted vermin swam circles

even though it was doomed; 

the pool was an ocean, yet it continued trying to escape. 


Hope scooped the fly out of the pool

and watched it dry itself on the concrete. 


“You’re welcome, shit-eater,” she said. 


When it flew away, she smiled.

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