the bugkiller was about to stomp on lovebug, and lovebug was about to get stomped.
but she was so focused on the food pellet she did not see the boot until it was too late.
the bugkiller smiled in grim satisfaction. he would get paid today and keep his family off the streets.
he lifted his boot off the floor, expecting a splat.
but there was no splat.
there was nothing at all.
lovebug was gone.
have you ever thought you had succeeded, only to discover you had failed?
take a deep breath and then exhale. you succeeded at that.