Winter and frost outside the window. In the apartment, warm air envelops on all sides. The heat flowing from the hot radiator lured a fly hidden so far in the gap behind the window frame. Not yet fully awake from hibernating sleep, she stepped onto the windowsill and looks around confused. Warmth … hopefully looks ahead … maybe it’s spring already.
I didn’t kill her. We all look forward to tomorrow. Maybe this is the moment that changes life for the better … ours, and maybe this fly’s life. We all need hope for this. You don’t kill hope.
