“The Web”
January 3, 2024
Prompt: Struggle.
The web shook.
The vibrations travelled up, up, up to the very top of the forest canopy. The leaves rustled, jostled by the thin, clear strands that connected them.
Then, there was silence. But not for long.
Eight eyes blinked open in the moonlight. The web had called. It was time to eat.
It crept through the trees, each of its feet silent on the rough bark. As it drew closer, the web shook. Again and again and again.
Eight eyes focused on the source of the disturbance. Eight legs darted out.
The web was still.
