the sacrificial ladybug

this is an epic story of a sacrificial ladybug.

part one.

ladybug (pictured above) arrived back in sunny singapore nearly 10 years ago from the land down under, australia. she was a souvenior, willingly purchased and willingly went along with her new owner. recently, after years of peaceful existance in a wooden cabinet, her owner decided to move her to the window sill on the balcony together with some other australian friends she had met. it was so nice to see the sun and smell the breeze again after years in a stuffy old cabinet. alas! little did she know how soon this blissful life would end.

one day, her owner observed that she was becoming discoloured, possibly melted a little in the sun. and so, he brought her inside the house and put her on a high shelf. she could hear water running somewhere above her. wow. was she going for a bath? what exciting new prospect was this?

part two.

that evening, her owner brought her up even higher, above the water sound. she was on the highest shelf of all, put on a porcelain plate. it was lovely up there. she could see everything that was happening in the house. there were flowers and plants and a sweet statue of a pretty lady in blue. but there was also a wooden thing with a tortured man nailed to it, hanging behind the statue. that scared her a little.

suddenly, she saw a flash of light. her owner was holding a little stick that lit up at the top. how intriguing. he reached up to her and put the light against her back. wow. it felt so nice and warm. and so pretty, with the lights switched off, there was light coming from her back. for a moment, ladybug felt important and significant. she lit up the room with her light!

but it got hotter and hotter. ladybug felt her back becoming soft. she couldn't hold herself together anymore. it was the light that was somehow causing her to melt. she was frightened. it wouldn't stop. no control. only that awful, overwhelming heat.

hotter. hotter.

part three

next morning. all that's left of the ladybug. a melted down shell. tossed into the trash at the end of that long confusing day. her eyes, still questioning. still fearful. why? what have i done to deserve this?

it is your destiny.

the end.

mood: crazy

listening to: open arms - clay aiken