Smiling slightly, the girl held the housefly’s body against the windowsill, soft and struggling beneath her left thumb. Tweezers clasped between right thumb and forefinger, she deftly plucked away both wings.
‘Now let’s see how you fly!’ she murmured, tossing the hapless creature through the open window with a flourish.
This story was written by… Stephy is afraid of almost everything, except the dark. She is mildly allergic to Tuesdays, and always manages to turn up late (despite owning far too many watches).