The epic fight ended with the spider winning. As a child, John (then, Little Johnny) had marvelled at such scenes, spending hours in the garden watching spiders gather and wrap trapped flies and bees; even capturing and trapping them on the web himself, gaining the occasional sting.
Now, grown and running a warehouse of boredom, he watched the spiders in his office and prayed they’d consume him.
Perhaps they already had. Or his soul at least.
Last week he’d sent out an unusual salted meat to an abandoned location.
Until then he had felt like a fly in the organisation.
Now, grown and running a warehouse of boredom, he watched the spiders in his office and prayed they’d consume him.
Perhaps they already had. Or his soul at least.
Last week he’d sent out an unusual salted meat to an abandoned location.
Until then he had felt like a fly in the organisation.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
The last three stories I've written for Friday Fictioneers, I've other blogged too late: click the pictures below to see the stories... I cheated a bit with one, had too many ideas:
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