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Flash Fiction: Spider Moon

My spider has a moon on its back. It’s not a big one. Don’t be silly. It’s small, like my spider. In fact, you might not see it unless you get close. Really, really close. I know you won’t because of the eight legs and eight eyes thing, but you’re missing out. The moon is translucent and shiny—a rare precious gem. You might even call it pretty. I like to stare at it before bed and sometimes even touch it. My spider doesn’t mind. It likes me.

The moon affects the way my spider moves and feeds. Full moon days it must find a quiet place to lay because it’s weighed down by the gravity of it. On new moon days, it hunts. Some insects have learned this cycle and can avoid becoming prey. They are the smart ones. Plenty aren’t so bright; my spider finds them and fills its stomach. Drinks them up.

Now, dear, you must ask yourself an important question on this dark, dark night. Do I have a moon on my back? You see, we are alone in this room. You are close enough I can hear your heart beating and feel the warmth of your skin. Am I the kind of creature who feeds in the dark or the light? You tell me.

Author’s note: This tiny story was inspired by the second day of Inktober prompt “spider.” It’s my attempt at a campfire tale. Let me know what you think!

25 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Spider Moon”

  1. Oh wow. I’ve never written an epistle but from what stayed in my rusty brain about the characteristic of one—where one speaks to an audience—I feel this would comprise a stellar epistle.
    Gorgeous. You do poetry so well. Thanks. And photograph too. Wowser! Blessings.

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  5. Yaaaaaay, it’s been posted! Funny you should say it’s a campfire tale, because the first time I read it, that’s exactly how the voice sounded in my head- just a storyteller performing. So, you obviously nailed that.

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  6. .So lovely & interested story tailing you. I like
    I know you won’t because of the eight legs and eight eyes thing, but you’re missing out. The moon is translucent and shiny—a rare precious gem. You might even call it pretty.
    Now, dear, you must ask yourself an important question on this dark, dark night. Do I have a moon on my back? You see, we are alone in this room. You are close enough I can hear your heart beating and feel the warmth of your skin.

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