This story was for the Figment.com July contest. The challenge was to write about an animal activist. I decided instead to be the animal activist for an undervalued animal in our society. Here is my tongue-in-cheek entry.
Consider musca domestica. Short life: thirty days. Less, if you are successful.
Soaring through the kitchen air. Hair flowing. Globe-like eyes, golden iridescence seeing everything. Light shining through asymmetrical shapes etched into translucent wings, causing prism-like rainbows on the wall. Swift movements, grace unmatched, dodging between fingers, twirling around instruments of doom. Laughing at the hunter's clumsiness?
Fighting for survival. Living peacefully, buzzing joyously. Continually hunted, anxiety marring the happy flight.
Consider musca domestica. Short is his life: only thirty days. Someday there will be no buzzing, no iridescent eyes, no prism-wings, no pirouettes; only miserable silence.
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