Phobia Free

"I'm leaving," the Phobia said dragging his heavy baggage toward my front door.

"Just like that?" I asked. "I'm going to be worry free?"

"Not really, Disgust is going to replace me."

"Disgust?" I answered with a frown, holding open my door with a clean handkerchief.

I wished Phobia well and passed him a bottle of sanitizer for his travels.

"Maybe you will see me again", he said as he nervously scanned the horizon and crossed himself before setting off.

"Maybe you will", I answered not wanting to sound rude.

I closed my door without locking it and leaned against it with sigh and a (disgusted) sneer.