Paula Nicolson

There’s A Fucking Fly In My Fridge!

There’s a fucking fly in my fridge!

Fellating a fish finger,

fondling the fruit and

feeling up the frangipane.

Your fun is finito

and in my fury,

fffffwack!

Flattened.

There’s now no fucking fly in my fridge.

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Published by Paula Nicolson

Paula lives near Lockerbie, Scotland, with her family and an overly chatty cat. She enjoys laughing, eating cake, and writing with Lockerbie Writers; preferably all at the same time. She worked as a scientist for 22 years in England, but now works as a librarian in a Scottish town where there’s more sheep than books (she made that fact up, but seriously, there’s lots of sheep). She’s a published poet, short story and a prize-winning flash fiction writer. She’s also a judge for BBC Radio 2's 500 words and Castle Loch Trust’s children’s writing competitions. You can find her blogging as DeckyWriting and @paula_nicolson.

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