FLY IN THE WALL
By Neel Anil Panicker (200 words)
Dear You, the owner of this laptop.
I guess you’re a very powerful man.
Why otherwise would they call you Mr President?
All who come into this room including those who enter before you, those tall well built men, all curiously clad in black__black shoes, black suits, even glares, who storm in and stomp all around in their huge boots, opening doors, checking almirahs, ducking under beds, flipping pillow covers while all the while waving handheld devices that they point aggressively around every nook and corner, crevice and hole.
Thanks to them, I have been losing my brothers and sisters.
I guess it’s something to do with the colorless liquid inside those little bottles that they carry around and spray all over.
I have been lucky so far.
Call it plain survival skills.
And now let me come to the point. I have been stalking you all around this room.
Been around when you bark all those orders.
Even observed some perennial favourites__war, Mexico, pests, idiots, destruction, blacks, Indians, jobs, exclusion et al.
I know you are my type; on a mission__to make America great.
Why don’t you start from home?
Save me from these MIB.
For a start, how about a wall?
Your humble housefly.
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