“The itsy bitsy spider…”
“Seriously, you’re going there?”
Anna turned with a mischievous grin. Her roommate Crystal rolled her eyes and moved closer to the webs stretching across the path. “Can we just capture the little creepy crawly and get back to the dorm? I’m freezing.”
“You can’t rush science.” Anna waved a hand in Crystal’s face. “Let me get a good picture first.”
She stepped closer and raised the camera up. A drop of water fell in her eye and she stumbled forward, crashing into the delicate strands. “Shit!”
“It’s for the best. That little black bastard was about to drop on you.” Crystal pointed to the venomous diver bomber swinging in the breeze.
It’s Friday Fictioneer time. This little flash brought to your courtesy of Madison Wood’s image choice this week. Click through to read the other stories