Roach

There was a cockroach on the step. It wouldn’t move. Its black and brown body stood guard in the shadow of the cement cliffside behind it. Someone screamed. It didn’t budge. It almost looked fake.

Until it was squished.

There was a spot on the staircase. It could be oil.┬áBlack and brown, but glistening in the dim light of the morn. No one noticed…. It almost was something.

But what could it be?