My quill hits the page, my character's plot scowls; Concentration broken a cluster fly lands on the wall momentarily distracted.
Cluster fly magnet to the window in clumps of beady eyes and see-through wings that fly towards his target like a bull at a rodeo. It's also the day a lot of his friends will die So will he. I can't find the fly-swatter so I may have to use a dish cloth and a swift flick of my wrist knocks him unconscious and skidding on my hardwood floor.
Mark Nenadov is a poet from Essex, Ontario, Canada. He lives with his lovely wife and their baby daughter. Mark’s poems have appeared in publications in the United States, Canada, Pakistan, and Ireland. He also has a poem in the Whisky Sour City anthology recently published by Black Moss Press. See http://www.marknenadov.com for more details.