Wasp On a Train
March 8, 2013 - Observation for story ideasOn a different train travelling home. At one station, a wasp enters the train. Hmmm, I watch him for a while and then I decide to move to the next carriage.
I opened the doors between the carriages, walked through and sat down. Suddenly I sense a little anxiety, 'Hope that wasp doesn't follow' I say to myself. The doors were taking time to close. I wanted the doors closed, so the wasp doesn't come in.
'Close damn it, close.' I say in my mind.
The doors slowly close. 'Hurry up, damn it!'
I imagined that I was someone running away from a monster. I was afraid and allergic to this monster. If I let it get me, I will surely die. So here I am, I got away from the monster and I am sitting down. Although, I can hear him, but too afraid to look.
The only thing that stands between me, my freedom and the monster is the closing of these doors.
The doors are wide open. 'Come on damn it!' I hear the screeching of the monster. The doors start to close. You can sense the coming freedom and you can sense the coming monster at the same time. You can see the freedom coming, but you don't know when the monster will appear.
Reminds me of a fear i had as a kid, there was defiantly a crocodile living under my bed that only could snap at your feet if you were next to the bed and the light was out. As a result the only feasible way to enter bed in the dark was with a heroic leap to avoid the lurking jaws.
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