The dragonfly was beating its wings with a frantic fluttering against the glass. A hissing sound mingled with the steady beat of its confusion. Col took out a plastic takeaway container and rifled through the paperwork looking for something suitably heavy and broad. He leant heavily across the old wooden table with a grunt, his belly grazing the surface.
It didn’t take long to capture the dragonfly inside the container, where its confusion multiplied. It was surrounded by colour and light which looked tantalizingly like the outdoors. Col felt the chaotic thump of the wings and body thrown with repeated passion against the inside of the plastic. He slid the cardboard in underneath and split the sunlight away from the dragonfly, cutting it away from the light and temporarily silencing the thrumming.
