micro fiction

Time Flies

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… Continue reading Time Flies