On the windowsill…

…in the front room as I was dusting I spotted a curiosity of tiny black specks lined up like soldiers in a row. Maybe not really specks, as these were longer in length than a speck seems to imply, tiny black bent sticks slightly thicker than a hair and with more substance than mere dust. I took a closer look and found what first appeared to be a shriveled currant a little further down the sill. My hand and dustcloth hovered then retracted as I realised I was looking at the carefully laid out remains of a legless fly.

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