Silken threads sparkle in the morning light. Droplets of dew refract the gleaming beams, spreading shafts of slender rainbows against the lush foliage. It’s quiet out. Just the wind and a few shifting clouds. This isn’t a bad way to go—tangled amongst the spider’s sticky needlework—at least it’ll be quick.
Small vibrations shimmy across the web. He must be coming. I close my eyes, then open them again, afraid of losing my last glimpse of this life. The spider’s fangs sink into my soft abdomen. My body grows numb, heavy.
Dew drops fall, shattering rainbows, encasing me in darkness.
Love these words especially: “Dew drops fall, shattering rainbows … .”
thanks tony!!
This is possibly some sort of fly. I felt like I was the fly
Caught in a glistening, reticular trap–it’s enough to give any creature a resurging case of arachnophobia! Very dewy and nicely worded.
I love how your word choices create movement within your story. Nicely written!
I like the tempo of this piece
I really like this, it’s great to read such a different perspective! 🙂