An Old Fly Swatter
Tim heard a buzzing inside his dream, a small rush of air fluttered by his cheek. There it was, that incessant buzz again. He peeled open his eyes and saw the little fly swoop over his nose. He tried to swat it with his hands, but they were held back by the bed sheets. Damn fly, Tim thought, I’m going to get him… He rolled his aching body over and pushed away the sheets. He felt every one of his Read more…