Story Sunday 2015.10...

[Author's note: I'm going inhuman this week. Any of you who follow my Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, or Flickr accounts likely know what I'm talking about. It is, after all, still a candid, stolen-moment image.]

I'm there when you least expect or want me.

Always watching, taking in, learning. What you say or do, I know. The secrets you keep, your hiding places, your illicit affairs, you share with me.

I share what I learn with my swarm. We communicate everything. What you know, I know, and they know as well.

There's a reason the saying goes, "I wish I could be a fly on the wall when..."

Everyone wishes this because I am always there. Unnoticed. Even when I am detected, few catch and kill me.

I lead a great life. I fly. I eat. I poop. I glean.

If only I lived longer than 24 hours.

 

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Marie

Ewwww! Flies!!

kapgar


Nasty little booger, isn't he?

Suzanne Apgar

Very well said!

kapgar


Thanks!

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