A fat black fly buzzed around his head and lighted on his arm.
A fly lit on her arm.
He reached out as if to touch her hair; she flinched away, brushed her hand against her ear as if a fly had lighted on it.
The fly lit on a bar and popped off as if stung by electricity.
As I stared at this sinister apparition crawling towards me, I felt a tickling on my cheek as though a fly had lighted there.
A stinging fly flew down and lit on her nose.
As he sat by a stump or clod in the fading light, some belated fly or early night-bug would light on the ground in front of him.
A fly lit on the notching, felt the perch give under its weight, and darted away.
A fly buzzed noisily and lit on his nose.
A fly lit on the baby's forehead, and involuntarily I gasped as I pressed it between two fingers and dropped it dead to the floor.
