Flat Black Moth

Pliny and Nostradamus were on their way home from a lecture at the SA Museum. They stopped off to order a pizza from Domino's on the way home. It would be ready in twenty minutes.

Crikey, but Pliny needed a pee! Luckily the public toilets over the road at Firle Plaza were still open.

While she was washing her hands she saw on the yellow painted wall to her left a small black moth. She looked at it closely. It was immensely flat. But Pliny knew that moths sometimes looked immensely flat. She leaned in even closer so that she was looking at it from the side insofar as that was possible, given the wall. It couldn't have been flatter.

She touched it lightly with the tip of her finger expecting it to flutter away. It didn't budge. It didn't feel like a moth either. It felt like wall. Pliny touched it again. It was just a splot of black paint in the shape of the wings of a moth. Pliny was disappointed.

But to this day she still remembers it as a moth.