Good afternoon, Friday Fictioneers. My computer is still being repaired, so I have limited online access. I’m sorry if I am putting this out there kind of late. I am still in a kind of limbo. Perhaps this inspired today’s entry.
Image courtesy of Rochelle Wishoff- Fields
I awoke, wrestled from my dreams, to a light scratching at the door. A creaking and twisting of the doorknob beget a sudden jolt. Once. Twice. I heard a patter of footsteps in retreat.
Was that a child? Did I take his bed? The musty air muted my senses.
Turning on the lamp near my bedside, boxes stacked to the ceiling enclosed me in a cave. An immense spider skimmed the cardboard to her silk bed, arrested between two boxes.
Tireless pounding at the door ensued. “I need to come in,” a voice shrieked.
The spider slipped into a box.