Small stone #30

She shows me her rectangular, black belly speckled with ivory dots, still behind the giant net glistening in the sun. Her spindly legs, painted with red streaks, hold fast to her embroidery. Suddenly her mouth comes to life, and she drops from top to bottom, rappelling on a single silvery thread. She attaches it to the bottom, scampers back to the top.

I’m not her prey, but I’m trapped. It’s the webs you see first.

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