A Spiritual Warrior’s Battle – A Short Story
This is a story of a young, brave woman. This story is about battling a monster, alone, and in the dark.
The young woman enters her empty workplace ready for work. The Clash is blasting in the headphones and there is a coffee in hand. Yes, it is 6:15am, but her spirits are high. Things are normal. It's quiet in the building. The lights are dimmed.
She shuffles around, performing her mundane tasks, and then she enters THE ROOM.
As she flicks on the light...she sees a dense mass dark and far off in the distance. Through lack of sleep she believes it to be her imagination...until she creeps closer. There it is. The Devil. A Roach.
It’s the size of a small dog and flipped on its back, writhing in front of her. MANY profanities escape her lips, and she’s stuck in indecision between curb-stomping this little jackass and quitting her job. Once she calms down she makes an attack plan. She channels William Wallace and puts on her war paint.
She grabs a tea cup and a piece of paper. She creeps into the dungeon and yells...
"FFFFRRRRRREEEEEEEDDDDOOOOOOMMMM!!!!"
She charges. With an agile, swift movement she traps the little jack-wagon in the teacup covered by the piece of paper. It puts up a twitchy, hissing battle. It fights to free itself. But she could tell it was losing strength.
The lady warrior is in a cold sweat. She drags this dense monster down the hallway and takes the looming, dark elevator ride down to the first floor.
With her last remaining strength and a cry of anger, she throws the little bastard out with the trash. She wins the battle. She knows the war is still to come. She needs a drink.
