Rotting Fruit Swan WhiteflyAugust 16, 2016August 16, 2016animals, flash fiction, halloween, short fiction, Uncategorized, uncatergorized, weird Post navigation PreviousNext ‘Crawl in,’ coaxed the cat, who smelled of rotting fruit and mildew. His sharp mouth sat agape. The sparrow, who smelled of autumn smoke and pine, thought before shaking its tiny head. The bird could not be so easily persuaded. 42.419646 -71.009151 Advertisement Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...