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The Fly Must Die

by Christopher Fahy
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Once she was gone I went back to Shrimp's room to clean up. I was leaving, arms full, when a glint caught my eye. It was under the radiator. A bottle, a long thin vial. The vial my father had used, that had held the McGrow! And there on the lip of the bottle, sucking-a fly! A copy of Bouffant Times lay next to the chair. I set my burdens down, grabbed the magazine, rolled it up and went after the fly-so slowly, cautiously. Yet somehow I tipped it off, and it stiffened. Before I could swing, it had flown to the window shade. I stalked it again, scarcely daring to breathe. It flew, I missed, tore a hole in the shade. Twice more I swung and missed. Impossible! A creature with a brain so small-without even a brain at all, perhaps?-could foil me? Absurd!
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Publisher: Crossroad Press

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  • Release date: March 29, 2024

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  • ISBN: 9780963772701
  • Release date: March 29, 2024

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  • ISBN: 9780963772701
  • File size: 515 KB
  • Release date: March 29, 2024
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Once she was gone I went back to Shrimp's room to clean up. I was leaving, arms full, when a glint caught my eye. It was under the radiator. A bottle, a long thin vial. The vial my father had used, that had held the McGrow! And there on the lip of the bottle, sucking-a fly! A copy of Bouffant Times lay next to the chair. I set my burdens down, grabbed the magazine, rolled it up and went after the fly-so slowly, cautiously. Yet somehow I tipped it off, and it stiffened. Before I could swing, it had flown to the window shade. I stalked it again, scarcely daring to breathe. It flew, I missed, tore a hole in the shade. Twice more I swung and missed. Impossible! A creature with a brain so small-without even a brain at all, perhaps?-could foil me? Absurd!
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Fiction Humor (Fiction)