The Worm

Nothing like this had ever happened before. I mean sure, there was that time down by the rusted-clapped-out corolla, the one that was avoided by those anxiety riddled teenagers walking home late at night, but that felt different. No, this time was for real. There was something……palpable in the memory, the way it burrowed in, the way it affiliated and contorted every movement of mind. I had started to call it the worm.