a tale not for the lighthearted

It was early evening when she was suddenly overcome by a sense of triumph. (Possibly stemming from the fact she had eaten the first thing that hadn't been rejected by her stomach that very afternoon.) Feeling particularly optimistic, she decided to take a trip to the local store to start back on the track to solid food.

She took the elevator six flights and was hit by the familiar, strangely breathtaking sensation that happens when you cross from air-conditioned rooms to the humidity of outdoors.

Looking down at her flip-flops she smiled, she was suddenly reminded of an email detailing hailstone storms in her home town.

The usual symphony of grasshoppers welcomed her as she walked, apparently harmonising with the spirited sounds culminating from the playing field.

Turning the corner she stopped.

Perhaps she had lost her mind. Things she had read were becoming reality? Perhaps the earthquake (however small) had somehow conjoined the part of her mind that visualises what she reads, with the part that visualises what she sees. She wasn't sure. It took her head a few seconds to catch up with what her eyes were seeing. Surely it couldn't be... snowing. And 'Truman Show' style at that, all in one small concentrated area.

Then she realised. Moths.

She hated moths, and lots of white ones, bigger than thumbnails, flying in a cloud, were not her idea of fun.

They stood between her and the convenience store. With only one way through she was not about to let these little flying devils get in her way. Summoning all the bravery collect vicariously through Star Wars and Indiana Jones movies, (she new they'd come in handy someday,) she closed her eyes, leaving just enough space to see, and ploughed through.

She made it.

Got to her goal, and made it back again.

But then horror struck.

While innocently washing her chopsticks, she caught a glimpse of something in the mirror out of the corner of her eye.

The worst thing possible had happened. One of the fluttery little blighters had managed to crawl down her t-shirt. There's only so much bravery one girl can handle in a day, and this was too much (even for Star Wars.)

She was outdone. It's said that you could hear the blood curdling screams all the way down to he bottom floor of the building. And she was never seen again.

(well at least not till the moths go away)