Whack! I missed the bug and hit myself on the knee. Another one. “These flies are everywhere! Their stings are bringing tears to my eyes.” I swatted one from my shoulder as another one bit my leg. “Ouch! What are these things? They’re too small to be horse flies.”
Thing 2 said, “Maybe they are pony flies.”
Thing 1 said, “No. Too mean to be pony flies. Jackass flies.”
…now if I could only find some Jackass fly repellent I could avoid any more of these huge itchy welts they leave behind.
It’s all Fodder for Fiction!
Lisa Lipkind Leibow
Author of Smart Women’s Fiction