Caprice

After a morning of work I sat down to a bowl of soup and settled into a magazine article. Then a fly broke the silence and continued to so. I hated it. Then it went to the light. The buzzing became louder and then desperate. It will fry itself to silence. I need only wait it out, I thought. Then I realized my cruelty and knew that with the simple switch of the light, I could save a life. Never was it more easy to bestow mercy on another living creature. I did so and then the buzzing resumed, but I did not hate it as I did before since this time I was the Savior.

That evening, I was sitting in bed with my laptop when a fly landed on the screen. Whether it was the same one from the morning, I cannot say. It was big and slow and surprisingly sedentary. I quashed it with a Kleenex and felt very triumphant. Curious.