The Fly Upon My Mantel

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“I have a story to tell you that you will not believe,” the fly said.

I listened. Because if I believed that a fly could speak, then I was more than ready to hear what she had to say.

And I did believe, after a fashion, when I realized that the tiny voice I’d heard whispering my name was coming from the fly that was perched on the edge of my mantel.

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