Hung From A Spider Web — A2Z (Fiction)

I was stuck on what to write. Searching for an answer, I landed on this image prompt. Courtesy : Pinterest.

I had to make the jump. I had to change firms.

My clothes were so far out of fashion, they resembled a bullock cart on an F1 track. I needed to overhaul the wardrobe every single season.

My friends had all enjoyed at least one trip to Europe each. I had to go too, somehow.

My colleagues were getting SUVs and sports cars. I was still stuck on a compact sedan.

I had long since passed the carefree glories of new youth. My age was rapidly transitioning to a distinctly unfashionable group.

And I had nothing of note to speak of, as far as achievements were concerned.

That same sales job.

That same daily rush.

That same old pressure to meet unreal targets.

Suspended from pieces of spider web, I hung there. Too afraid to breathe.

I had forgotten that my 20s had passed me by. My 30s will too.

I had forgotten that I didn’t need the SUV.

I had forgotten that the Europe trip will take care of itself one day.

I had forgotten that I had a family, that I had friendships. They had helped me survive so far, and will surely do so in the future too.

I had to cut down the pieces of the spider web.

I had to breathe.

The End.

What kind of spider webs do you wish you cut down? Let’s discuss in the comments section.

Thank you for reading.