Two Times a Moth
I was drawn toward the light … the ecstasy before being charcoal-broiled by a Zapper.
I was sharp-tongued … quick-tempered.
Often, I could control it.
But in lockup for a five-and-a-half year sentence?
At four years, they started talking parole.
Was I interested?
I wasn’t stupid. Of course, I was interested.
I crossed off another day.
I hadn’t started countdown until only fifty remained.
The weekly meetings with my next probation officer… encouraging.
He was obsessive with his reminders…
Had two already… I was being given grace.
A small light… But was I eternally a moth?
Written for 110 word story. Requirements: Create a 100 word story using the given photo prompt.