A Housefly

Photograph Courtesy: Banajit Pathak

After missing a dangerous hit from a heavy bound book, I went to hide under the table and found a piece of bread that the little boy had pushed there while having his breakfast; I had a little of it and attempted to peer above but I felt something hard hit me, discovered that the mother had traced me again and let out her sandal at me which struck one of my back-limbs and narrowly escaped another and let out a silent murmur, “I fly coz I am a fly..”

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