Brian was unwell. He was having headaches. He couldn't concentrate. He was constantly agitated and restless. Friends urged him to seek treatment, but he refused. It was just stress, he said.
Eventually, they convinced him to see a doctor. He slumped into the subway car on the way over. He hadn't slept in days.
He felt something trembling underneath his skin. But his skin didn't feel like his anymore. He slumped against the window, exhausted, and thought, through a red haze, that a cocoon doesn't know what it is until it bursts.
That was when the other passengers started screaming.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.