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Sunday, April 09, 2006


Blogging for Books I want you to use the book's title,Fly on the Wall, as a jumping off place. You can use the words "a fly on the wall" in your essay, you can use the words to jump to writing about homilies or cliches or Kafka or transformation, you can write about eavesdropping or being eavesdropped upon or a time when you haved like to be a fly on the wall---There are a THOUSAND ways to go with this, so don't be afraid to think outside the box.

She sat perfectly still. Not a muscle on her sleek black body flinched. Not a hair moved. I had never seen such stillness or calmness combined with such intensity. She watched her prey waiting patiently for the right moment to attack. One movement of whisker or paw, or one slight flick of her long sleek tail would alert her prey. She had to wait for the precise moment to attack.

The fly on the wall also sat perfectly still. Trying to appear invisible to it’s stalker. Some instinct telling it that one movement of a translucent wing would be its last movement before death. The fly was there by no fault of its own. An open door had been an invitation, but little did it know the door led to the den of one of its most feared predators. All its instincts were now honed in on escape.

Both watched and waited. And I watched in the background not moving a muscle or making a sound, not wanting or daring to disrupt this silent still dance between prey and predator. The silent watch went on for almost twenty minutes, then suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere one of the young kittens jumped up on the table and swatted the fly away. The fly disappeared quickly as the cat slapped the kitten off the table and then in typical cat fashion washed it’s face with it’s paw and walked away tail and head held high making it plain that was exactly the way she had planned it.


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