Through the headset, above the background of the clacking rain came the sound of wings batting against window screen. Cockroach. You're not getting in, I thought.
The sound came again later, and it turned out not to be infernal in nature (or appearance). It was a dragonfly. I've never seen one around all these years living here. It looked as though it wanted to get in. Gingerly, I raised my finger which invariably caused a fluttering of wings.
I thought about letting it in, which wasn't a bad idea considering the company it would bring in a rainy night like this. Only the thought of it dying in my room stopped me from doing it. It's a shame that a dragonfly should die caged in a man's room.
