A short story- Companion to the metaphor thread

[Kyriakos]

I thought of sharing something i just wrote/translated. It is not that important, but i felt like typing it.

I would welcome any impressions of it. It is a very short story, and i tried to echoe some of the gloomyness of my childhood, along with that of more known authors of short pieces.

The piece follows:

Spoiler :

Smiling

Sometime in the past, in one year of the end of Lyceum, we were asked by the professor to write a short story. Mine, which i vaguely remember still, was of one who opened a room of his house long after he had previously abandoned it. There, amidst various objects now useless, he saw in its prominence a spider’s web.
Now, years later, in this communal bathroom of the small English hotel, i am looking at the saddened and perplexed likeness of myself on the mirror. A while ago i was at the room which had been given to me. At first i had arrived at another, but that changed since it was in the basement, and now was here, only when i remained alone for a little while i saw on the floor a huge black spider walking ceaselessly towards me.
What should i do? What will i do? The spider might be poisonous, or dangerous for other reasons. But I am tired. The hostel-owner is asleep, it is late, and perhaps he gave me this room on purpose; perhaps he is just alert in the corridors on other floors, smiling at the idea of my nocturnal discovery.
And, strangely, as if this- or all that- did not turn against me, I too begin to smile at the mirror.

Since we were discussing metaphors in the other thread i think this thread can in its infancy work as a companion to that one