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The thing about fear: an excerpt


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This is from a new short story, I am writing but I am stuck with it for now. I do not know how to end it. Well, that is not true, I know the ending I just do not like it right now. Well, here is an excerpt. Hope you like it, I like it thus far.

The man looked at the boy carefully, watching his movements. He was not just a spiritual counsellor,  he had graduated with a psychology degree and then later he had joined the parish, adapted a life of celibacy and was now close to retirement.

He was trying to register anything odd but so far all he had seen was fear. The boy was afraid, terribly. This was troubling. The man knew first hand what fear could do. It was the strongest element to break one’s spirit; fear was something that each man had. It was probably the only thing which all men shared in common, regardless of their race, color or creed. Fear was the curse that humans had when they were born but the strange thing about fear was, it was different for everyone. Some fears were harmless, he knew that. But even a harmless fear, when it starts to eat you from the inside, is a dangerous one. A single mother termite could eat a full scale wood home in nine thousand years. And that was how fear operated, slowly and surely. Sometimes, the damage done was irrecoverable.

He hoped the boy would tell him. Most of the times, children are afraid of their own imagination. Just past month he had convinced a child that there was no such thing as a monster under his bed.

In part he was telling the truth but he had also lied. It was true there was no monster under his bed, the boy had just seen two scary movies back to back and so he was afraid.

But the man also knew that monsters existed, not in the same sense as people assumed them to be but nonetheless. They were mostly seen by children too.