Living my own Short Story

In 'Cien Años de Soledad' (One Hundred Years of Solitude), written by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and that takes place in a mythical Colombia, the handsome, rough character Maruicio Babilonia is constantly surrounded by yellow butterflies. A symbol for love, they flutter around Macondo even after his death when someone is reminded of his effect on the endless family line the novel follows.

When I take the eleven flights up to my apartment, large, black moths the size of my open hand nudged into the corner of the stairwell often startle my ascend home. I worry that the same persistance of such a symbolic creature might present some ominous augury. Although not superstitious, if I were to ever write a fictitious autobiography the character charading as myself would be pursued by the same dark creatures.