Short Stories

The Fly and the girl

I am alone… It’s cold and every droplet of water knocks me to the ground, leaving me to wait until I am dry to fly again. The world is Huge to one lonely fly. The homes look so warm and comforting, with fires and happy families who live their lives without noticing this lonely little fly. Until I reach that one house… The lonely little girl alone in her room, covered in bruises as she sobs on the bed each and every night.

“It hurts…” She manages to squeak out as blood drips down her face. I am the only one who sees this child, not the happy families in their warm homes, but me, the lonely fly who can offer no help…

Thanks to @TeAmoAeternum , I've decided to turn this into a story. If you like this I hope you'll check it out