Daily story, January 27, 2025

The forgotten apple in the bottom of her bag had birthed a thriving population of fruit flies, who followed her wherever she went. She strode down the street, bold and elegant and surrounded by flies. They were so small that people didn’t notice them from a distance: they would stop to talk to her, and then find a fly crawling into their ear or up their nose, and she would watch them try oto pretend it was not there. At the end of the day, she tucked the apple behind the photocopier and blew the flies a kiss as she left.