For the first page and a half of this short story by Susan Fromberg Schaeffer, we are in the mind (third person omniscient) of a long-married woman who is both watching a fly and thinking about her husband. While it is somewhat stream of consciousness it is in proper sentence structure and form.
Notwithstanding the long time spent in what appears to be a rather mundane daily routine, there is a metaphorical balance between the fly–which is trying to desperately seek freedom–and the woman’s evident feeling of being trapped in the marriage.
The technique can either be cliche or very good and I’m anxious to see how it plays out.
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