12- Khiem D.: A Drawn On Encounter

A Drawn On Encounter

This will be a long post about literally 2 seconds, everything will be overexaggerated for the sake of extension.

Setting the scene, I was walking back to my father’s car, steps carefree on the rigid stone of my driveway. It was a day like any other, having come home from a tiring day of school only to be dragged to an optometrist to diagnose my failing vision. My father’s car, what I believe to be a 2015 Ford Transit, covered in a bright blue livery advertising his livelihood. It always had a guttural hum as the exhaust spewed out noxious flurries of smog. Wraps adorned the back windows of the van proclaiming the address and logo in UPS sans font, each letter a yellow base with white bordering. Despite its unique appearance in the sea of Honda Civics, it was familiar, unassuming, safe, or at least that’s what I thought.

I reached for the door of the van, my father waiting patiently for me to go meet my fate, a simple action. As my fingers gripped the indent of the car handle, the ever familiar give and snap of the door signals for me to apply force to open the door. Literal milliseconds passed as the door gave way, my eyes tracking nothing, in particular, muscles contracting slightly as the weight of the door fought against my pull. I didn’t expect anything to come of it but as nanoseconds passed something emerged from the top of the door. As if waiting for the perfect timing, striking once its prey crept up, it descended like a brown blur, to meet my gaze. It bounced as if it was a bungee jumper, its weight captured by the cord protruding from its abdomen from the potentially deadly fall from the top of the door.  I proceeded to grab the web and toss it. THE END

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