flash fiction, Short Story Middle Grade

FLASH FICTION: Fly On The Wall by Eleanor Drewett

I was born in a nest with my brothers and sisters

Then my mum just left me to do my thing.

Didn’t have any friends; don’t have any friends,

I mean what do you expect.

I’m just a fly on the wall


I tried out my wings and realised I could fly.

I liked flying to a great white building that was always clean

One day I went into a room where a giant bed engulfed a tiny girl.

She had no hair.

She looked so sad.

I wished I could cheer her up

But I’m just a fly on the wall.


She started talking to me and suddenly had tears in her eyes.

She looked really weak.

“It’s so hard” she cried, “no one to talk to except a fly.”

Then she closed her eyes.

I never saw that girl again.

I wanted to help

But I’m just a fly on the wall.


I have travelled the world, been to beautiful cities

But have seen bad things as well.

One day I went to a city that looked as if it had been destroyed.

I suddenly saw a small child playing, looking happy.

I was pleased.

I then noticed some men carrying guns.

I wanted to warn the child

But I’m just a fly on the wall.


There was blood everywhere.

I couldn’t bear the sight of it so I flew away.


I went to somewhere really cold where there was more ice than sky.

There were animals here, there and everywhere.

I passed a big white furry creature with its babies.

They were all huddled on one piece of ice that was slowly melting away.

The mother bear managed to haul one baby across to safety

But the last one slipped on the melting ice and tumbled into the sea.

It didn’t come back up again.

I wanted to help

But I’m just a fly on the wall.


The mother bear let out a small whine and I could have sworn there was a tear in her eye.

I had to move on.


People say they want to be a fly on the wall.

They don’t.

People say they want to explore the world.

They don’t.

How do I know?

I’m just a fly on the wall.


Eleanor Drewett

Eleanor Drewett is an eleven year old writer from Bristol. She wrote this poem in her last term at Brunel Field Primary school, and her teachers encourage her to enter the 2019 STORGY Flash Fiction Prize – where her story was long-listed beating some tremendous and established writers along the way.

Cover image by Virvoreanu-Laurentiu

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