The Spinner


My garden. Photo by HS Norup
My garden. Photo by HS Norup


Your friends perch on a yummy leaf, munching at its edges. They call you. A party in your honour.
But the web blocks your path. The monster awaits in the centre.
You aim for one of the wider gaps, tug your wings as you pass through. Your leg is caught by something sticky. You tug and tear. The net quivers. You freeze, forcing yourself to stay quiet, immobile. Fast movements approach. The spinner of silky threads pounces.
One last effort. One last beat of the wings.
And then you are free.

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