Here’s an oldie – but a goody!
Fly rotated and tilted its bulbous head. It was looking at me.
I was too mangled to shoo or wave it away, in too much pain to really care.
‘Do you want to die?’ Fly asked.
‘Fuck Off,’ I spat.
‘You might linger for hours…suffer unbearably,’ Fly suggested.
I grimaced, Fly was right, and I was sure that if he had a mouth, he would have been grinning.
‘Fuck Off,’ I spat again in desperation – ‘bastard,’ I screamed at him.
‘I can help,’ Fly proffered.’ Tell me you want to end it, and I can make it happen.’
Tears welled. I started to cry, ‘go away leave me be.’
I knew I was done; I knew my time was close, but I wasn’t ready to give it away just yet. I just wasn’t prepared.
‘What would you give for more time?’ Fly asked as if he could read my…
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