A Fly and a Writer

The fly and a writer I was thinking of flies (Diptera). Wikipedia was of no help wanted to understand why they existed? I remembered a yellow fly was not a good colour for an insect. I thought of a famous Norwegian writer when 75 decided to commit suicide. Bought sleeping pills and bottles of cheap champagne invited friend to witness his end. For each mouth full of the cheap stuff, he swallowed a pill fell asleep among empty bottles and stale cigarette smoke his mates had gone home. In despair jumped out of the window, and an awning took the fall and he lived for another ten years. As for the fly, it walked willfully across the screen and grabbed it between thumb and index finger, on the terrace, I let it soar away to live for another day.