By Gabrielle Nelson
He took intimate photographs of spiders. He witnessed love while putting on thick socks and shoes to go deep sea fishing: a pair of orb-weavers in the corner of the boat, tangled and swaying over flamenco sea foam.
“Romantic,” he slurred, as he hitched his pants and snapped a photo. Eight arms suspended in a tender cat’s cradle.
“People can’t be as kind with two,” he explained to Shrapnel, his dog, pasting his photographs on jars of jalapeno jelly. He placed them, as ordered, exactly 300 feet from his wife’s new apartment where she hid, red hair covering bruised plum eyes.
This one hits hard; tells a novel with just a few words. Great job.
Nicely done! Strange at the beginning and just plain creepy at the end.
Wow. Great piece.
Geez. You really packed a lot in this micro fiction. Beautiful and haunting. Thank you.
Amazing work! So proud of you.
Great!!
The eight vs two arms is brilliant. Great writing to encapsulate such pain and dissonance in life in 101 words.