Every week a photo is used as a prompt to write a story in around 200 words. If you want to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction image below, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue image with the frog below that.
He leaned forward and looked at it. The clarity of it amazed him. The veins on the wings stood out so clearly. Each hair on the head, the eyes were incredible. Each little facet its own window into the world. The stripe down its back so clear, with each tiny hair on either side of it making the brown stand out. The fly didn’t move when a single droplet of clear liquid hit the keyboard beside it. The head just tilted slightly to the right, and then twisted to the left.
Then … nothing.
The fly looked at it, the big beast sat there. It pulled a needle from its arm and then a smile crossed the face, one of bliss and pleasure.
Then the fly watched it as it leaned forward, seemingly examining it. The breaths were ragged and laboured. A smile spread across the face as if it were looking at the fly for the first time. The fly looked at the spoon and syringe, and then back at the beast. It saw a droplet fall from the head and land beside it.
The beast’s eyes rolled back into its head and fell forward, no longer breathing.