My mouth fell open in incredulity.
“Ah, Maria. Are you trying to tell me you’ve taken up the sport of fly-catching with your mouth?”
Ros reached over and lifted my chin.
“And an assistant too. So that you don’t scare the little flies away. How wonderful; I didn’t realise it was a team sport. Interesting. Tell me, what do they taste like? I can’t imagine a fly filling any hole in your stomach. How many have you caught?”
“That’s disgusting.” Ros screwed her face up.
“My thoughts exactly.

Kelly Batten