A paragraph from a short story I'm working on I was about five minutes away from home when my eyes caught something in the gutter. It was merely a green dot when I spotted it from the distance. But as I walked toward it, it infallibly got bigger and more discernible to my eyes. Then, I sensed a slightest hint of ominousness from the dot that now had gotten as big as a golf ball, and it made me hesitant to step any closer. It was as if I was in darkness drifting to the way out that looked like ball-shaped white fog hovering in midair, knowing that something uncertain was over there. It was something that, I could guess, I would do anything to sidestep and pretend it never existed.