A Revelation

The sun had cast its illuminating light upon the vibrant green leaves, the wind rustling and jostling the leaves about. There was a warm breeze that swept around the strawberry patches that the flies had been occupying since August. When I had gone out, eyes wandering to one leaf and the next, I spotted a bundle of leaves that had slowly been rotting away. There were brown tints at the tips of the leaves, reminding me of burnt book pages, where the fire licked at the paper like acid chewing away at skin as the books pages shriveled up and became a pile of ash. Another leaf had purple splotches enveloping it, looking like a bruised and beaten plant. The strawberry patch had a sense of negativity about it. Something living was slowly dying.

   
                            This picture was taken on the 29th of September
                            on my phone. It is a picture of the "burning" leaves
                                                   I had described.

     The strawberries that lined the patch of leaves were on different levels of ripening, some looked about ready to pop, as if the strawberry had a swelling blush like when a woman gets complimented. The strawberries that were just budding, were like miniature cactus's, green and spiky.
     A black fly landed on one of the budding strawberries. The fly was black as a raven's feather and its eyes were a pastel white. My body tensed while my breathing had stalled. It was watching me, rubbing its furry black legs together in a way that had me cringing. This fly was different than the one's I had seen before, while the others were bright and gave off a friendly manner, this fly wasn't. It eyed me like I was the scum of the earth and it hated every part of my being. I could imagine its mouth slowly tipping up at the edges to form a condescending smirk. Like it knew something that I didn't. It had a sense of knowledge and it was dangerous. For the first time in my life, something so small, had made me feel so inferior. The fly had suddenly jerked its body, looking like a blur of black dust as it flew straight at me. I was struck with dread and stepped back. My terror was like a harsh slap to the face. My heart raced, feet tripping over one another when the fly targeted after me. Than it was quickly gone, leaving me breathless with my heart hammering against my chest and my ears thrumming wildly. It had mocked me. Utterly scaring me with such little effort that I was embarrassed at myself for a moment. So I stood there, trying to regain what little dignity I had left. A fly had frightened me to the point where my mind went blank and my fingers shook tremendously.
     Sometimes the smallest of things can be the most terrifying. It may seem that since its small, it can't hurt or scare someone, but it can. The decaying leaves had left me with negativity and dread while the black fly made me feel inferior and scared. Don't underestimate anything, for it can shock someone beyond belief. I had underestimated a strawberry patch and a fly, and both things so small had left me in shock and in fear.