Thanks to Madison for choosing my photo for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Two summers ago this magnificent creation showed up in a corner of our garage door. While I’m not a big fan of spiders, I’m in awe of their webs. And as always, I love the challenge of story telling in few words. 93 words this time.
The ravenous pain that riddled every nerve ending of Jessie’s cancer-wasted body defied morphine. She would welcome the death angel when he came.
Outside her window the porch light illuminated diaphanous spiraled threads that stretched from one corner to the other. She admired the creator’s tenacity.
Through her medicinal haze she gazed at her daughter Marissa’s bruised face. “The bastard. Leave him.”
“Don’t have to. Someone shot him six times at close range.”
“Do you know why that spider spins her web?”
Marissa kissed Jessica’s powder burned hand. “Yes, Mom. For her children.”