“Did you know there are some insects on this planet less than the size of a grain of sugar?” He sifted some dust from the ledge into his palm as he spoke. “The air you breathe is like a warm thick soup to them. They swim through it. They’re carried by it.” He blew the dust off his palm and out through the window where it quickly disappeared.
BY JAMES MØRK
Big special thanks to NICOLA GOODMAN for second-stage editing this short story and fixing many unnecessary words and phrases