Saturday, July 10, 2010


{This morning I saw death.}
While in the shower trying to doctor the tautness in my neck and shoulders with a healthy does of seething hot water, it happened.

A fly.
A HUGE black fly.

s.l.o.w - m.o.t.i.o.n

I watched as it calmly attempted to make it's way to some kind of destination. Where in the shower would he possibly want to arrive? Over by the razors and half empty shampoo bottles? Or maybe where the soap and loofa's rest? Who knows? He never made it. Caught in the sluice of water the beads hammered his gossamery wings and he plunged toward the tile floor. Once there I'm sure he struggled-but failed- to steer clear of the drain with gaping holes in it.

Sucked through.

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