I used to sit on the 21st floor. Now I am retired

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Fly has landed

The Wings were tense. Tension between the secure knowledge of past encounters and the instinct to flee.

Five hundred of the ommatidia asked Control to flee. The other half looked for a secure place. Wings had the casting vote.
There, right in the centre. Where the ripples can’t be felt.”

Control agreed. The fly landed.

Fifty-five words from me...


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