Story with No Title.  Day 30

 

 

So…  Remember Saint Save A Bug?  The guy who breathed life into the dead fly?  Well, turns out the guy was bogus; a fraud; a fake; everything was a scam.  I looked it up.

 

I should have known that bugs are not resurrected from the dead, pulled untimely from their quiet respite.  I should have seen the thinness of his soul; I should have noted that he did not cast shadow upon the ground.  He did not breathe life into the lifeless; he did not cross the boundary between our world and some other.  Alas, no.  He merely blew some hot air upon the fly that he had previously dipped in liquid nitrogen and thawed the poor bugger. 

 

Nothing more than that. 

 

The bastard.