Crushing My Fear

There is a lot of underlying meaning to this story. Let me know your take on it.

This morning I stepped outside to absorb the low sun's red rays.

Cool October wind, that smelled like a childhood Halloween night, dissolved the smoke from my cigarette into crisp air.

The relaxing moment that would have typically made me feel a joyous optimism for the day ahead, was tinged with a guarded paranoia.

That beautiful instance was disturbed be a swelling, irrepressible nervousness.

 

A strange bug was creeping, seemingly with intent, in my direction.

Objectively speaking, the critter was completely harmless- struggling, even, to overcome obstacles that a human would just see as a leaf underfoot.

 

However, some irrational fear whispered that the insect would take flight and swarm me- completely impervious to my flailing and swatting.

The thought of it incessantly buzzing around my face in a maniacal attack mode was too much to bare.

 

And at that flustered, panicked thought,

I killed the bug.

Author's Note

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