The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
The job bestowed to me by the all-powerful Mother. To guard is my life, and though I may be small, my bite packs a deadly punch for all who seek to enter where it’s forbidden. My woven home sits upon the rusted metal, the silky strands at odds with the rough surface. It’s here I wait.
Boredom sets in often—at times I wish the Mother had felt fit to honour me with another duty, something with more panache like those who construct the most intricately beautiful webs. But it’s for naught as I was designed to kill with speed.
My silken threads sound an alarm, something is tugging upon the lock barring their entry.
I strike quickly, burying my poisoned fangs into tender flesh. The warning stops, and all is safe again until the next time. Thankfully the Mother is quick with my reward—my sticky filaments trapping the plump fly before it can escape.
Fiction © Copyright Julianne Snow
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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