The Moth

The Moth by Phyllis Francese (a Short Story Contest entry) 

A moth is trapped between the screen and glass of my patio door. It crawled in through some small hole. It flits about, landing on the glass and then the screen, not remembering how it got in. It flies from screen to glass, glass to screen casting its shadow on the drapes. Perhaps it will find its way out. Perhaps not.

Distracted, I find the moth is gone.