I saw a fly caught between the window and the screen.
I don’t know how it worked its way in there.
As it blundered around, it was obvious that it didn’t remember the way in or back out. I wondered if it knew that it was going to die there.
I considered opening the inside window to let it into the house but I didn’t do it.
The house was no less a prison and a death trap than the space between the screen and the window.