The Little Things

As I left the pet supply store, the evening’s setting sun’s beams were slanting toward me at just the right angle.

As the doors wooshed open, I could feel the sucked inward current pushed against my right ear and cheek by the disrupted airwaves as a fly made its escape with me.

In a split second’s moment, I watched its body propel forward with its wings highlighted in golden streams as it beelined toward infinity.