Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Spider's Silk

Ren drifted through the tall grass. Her jittery hands parted the strands, curving into a thin wisp of sticky thread. Violet eyes fell to the spot. A spider's web. That's all it was. She kept moving, past the shining beacon of silk.

The grass crackled under her foot, rustled like a lady's skirts as she brushed them aside. Soon, the green disappeared, leaving a man in their wake.

Heath turned with the grace of silk, reminding Ren of that sticky spider's web. His eyes met hers and he fell toward her. Heath lifted her hands in his and guided Ren forward. His gaze raked the bag hanging forlorn by her side.

"Are you ready?"

Inspired by Three Word Wednesday.


  1. Such atmosphere..said the spider to the fly..are you ready? Jae

  2. "grass crackled under her foot, rustled like a lady's skirts"

    Awesome line, and a great piece.

  3. Sheilagh Lee said:Very interesting comparison between the story of the spider and the fly love this story.

  4. This is the kind of story I enjoy reading all the time, well done.

    check out short story slam and make a submission today.