Twisted Fiction Press

Spider Time

by on Aug.03, 2009, under Flash

THE SPIDER LIVED in the cave. The days passed and time slowed and wound around the spider on the floor of the cave. It climbed up to the stone ceiling where it spun webs and then abandoned them. The spider was mateless. Alone, it forgot how to live and how to die. It wove a prison for itself and its abandoned webs hung matted and still. It kept busy, telling itself that it was weaving a way back into the world. But instead, each day the spider wove its way further into madness. It taught itself how to dig tunnels in the sandy floor of the cave. It could prey then on small vermin, as well as insects. The days passed as if in a dream, the spider times were all the one time. It grew. It stayed in the cave, guarding, playing dead. One day, some people came to visit the cave and the spider ate them. It jumped onto their faces and dug out their eyes with its legs. There was no way out of the cave. No way of warning the others that came looking for the ones who disappeared. The spider grew, but not to a prodigal size, just big enough to skitter up a human limb faster than fire, faster than time, there was no pain in being killed by the spider and the terror was short-lived.

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