plushmoth  The challenge is to write a 500 word story using this picture

  This should be interesting……… 

I didn’t really believe in reincarnation. I was just some girl that just partied and lived for the moment. One thing I loved was fur. I loved the feel of fur. When it would get cold, I would wrap myself in fur. I didn’t care that some animal was killed for my fur.
I would have to go downtown to catch the bus. I lived in a little apartment a few blocks from the bus stop. On this particular day the bus was early. I was on my way to catch the bus and I was just a short way from the bus stop. I saw the bus down the street so I started to run. The bus was coming to a stop and I was not there yet. I ran and was waving my arms to catch his attention so he would wait. I was getting closer, but he closed the door and started going. “Damn, I will make him stop!” I started jumping up and down and turned my ankle on those stupid 6 inch heels, I just had to wear. I fell into the street, right in front of the bus, when it ran right over me. That jerk ran over me. I lay there in the street and could not believe what just happened to me. After that everything just went black. I must have died. Now you would think you wouldn’t have any memory of your past life. It would be better if I didn’t. Maybe this is my “HELL”. My memory is a little fuzzy on my current life. I am not happy about it one bit! I mean look at me! I am now an insect. Ugh…I hated bugs, in my past life. I do have a cool furry coating coving my body, which is kind of nice. The positive thing is, “I don’t have to shave my legs anymore.” Yeah, all SIX of them! I love my color, I always wanted to be a blond. I do love this flying thing though. I mean how cool is that! I can just fly where ever I want to go. I never thought I would be a vegetarian, but I am one now. I am loving eating leaves and drinking that nectar out of flowers. I think I am favoring the rose nectar the best. I guess this is my payback from my previous life for every bug I would kill with a magazine or fly swatter. I really hated bugs. I would go out and spray bug spray all over my flowers that I had in pots out on my porch. The porch that overlooked the beautiful city with all the busses. Damn busses!
So here I am, flying around the yard, going to all the beautiful flowers, not a care in the world. I then spy a person, coming my way. They must love their flowers too. What is that in their hand?   It looks like a giant can of bug spray.
 
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