Along came a spider...

Posted on Thu Nov 21st, 2013 @ 11:39am by Gaia

615 words; about a 3 minute read

She felt the gentle breeze flow over the hairs that ran along her legs and body. It was refreshing to feel versus the cool or cold breeze that would follow months from now. She slid down on her silken pole and then stopped waited and slid some more. The wind blew against her and she had to slide further then she intended and almost got whacked by a stick as someone walked by under the tree branch where she resided.

She climbed back up on her silken stand and saw what the wind had done. It had grabbed a leaf and pulled it off a branch and had whirled it around until it had hit her web. Her small legs sputtered as she realized that she had to once again get to work to remake her web. It was a tiring but a pleasant task or at least she always enjoyed spinning the web as she worked interconnecting one silken strand with the next. She started to spin her thread slow but steady she worked and made a beautiful intricate design spitting out the silken thread as she needed section by section. She was almost complete when someone walked under the tree and hit her web pulling it away from the branch and her along with it.

She cried out.

She hung on and looked back to the tree her egg sack left behind; her babies would have to fend for themselves when they hatched. The spider slid down the wood that had caught on her web she found a small knot hole in it to ride as whoever carried the stick moved it back and forth. It took a bit of time for the spider to get used to the rhythm of the stick and it went whoosh, thud, whoosh, thud, over and over whoosh, thud, whoosh and then thud.

She shimmied down the wood some more, closer and closer to the hand that held the piece of wood. It was a very dark hand and the person who held it chanted some song softly. His breath blew in and out as he walked and then eventually he stopped, crouched and appeared to wait. The spider slid closer and closer before she knew it she had landed on the dark hand and he tried to shake her off and then he spied her and tried to slap her.

She sunk her mandibles into his skin, deep. Her mandibles dripped with poison and the poison slid on and into his skin, into the flesh below that it she pumped and pumped the poison into his hand he tried to swat at her again but was distracted by a cry of a girl and she released herself and slid off on her silken strand the wind blew and she flew through the air and landed on a tall blade of grass. She tried to stay there but the wind was strong and blew her some more.

Her silken thread spun and spun as she released it she landed on the wooden pole again and started to climb once more up it, she found that same knot and stayed tucked away for a time. Then when he stilled again she slid out and down to a pouch that he carried she crawled in there and curled up to sleep she was so very tired and had not had anything to eat for a few days and her web was gone. Soon she fell asleep, exhausted and spent. She perished there in between the two threads that held the pouch together. The man’s hand started to itch just a bit and he scratched it. The poison spread.

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