The Fluorescent Tube Light

Sitting in the corner of the room, he was staring into oblivion. Hands folded around his knees and chest pressed against the thighs, his eyes had a fury in them. Under the fluorescent tube light, the spider webs hung loose, as if to give an impression of being abandoned. Small insects and moths look up to the twinkling stars and have the idea of reaching them. Heat is what they are looking for on this cold night. In a desperate move, they come and flock around the fluorescent tube light to warm the cold blood running in their bodies. The playful ones fly hither-thither, displaying their new learnt flying skills to the group. Little they know, the loose threads of cobweb hanging are not just un-swept dump.

The cunning spider, with all his patience is waiting under the fluorescent tube light with razor sharp instinct running in all its legs. As soon as it notices the unfortunate fly, it darts towards it, spitting the life wriggling web, spinning the soul out of the playful creature. Its eight legs captivate the fly and its venom pierces deep into the fly's cold blood.

He looked up and saw what just happened. His own life's reminiscences came in front of his red, watery eyes. He saw the similarity between him and the fly. He cannot take it anymore. He got up to his feet, walked towards the fluorescent tube light and smashed the damned spider who until now was taking the pleasure of its fallen prey. He squished it until all that was left of it was just a wet mark. His tears were dry and they vowed never to come back.