Flash fiction challenge from http://bonyfingeredlimbs.blogspot.com/

My name is Lucy, and I used to live in the park. I really loved it there, but that has changed. I had a beautiful web that was so great at catching bugs. The know-it-all old spider I was friends with told me that I should not build my web near the two legged hatchling’s area. I did it any way. I think she was starting to lose her mind.

The little boy took me home in a hard thing with holes poked in the lid. It had a very sticky liquid in the bottom. I was so afraid of going with him, but I did not have a choice!

It seemed like it took forever to get to his home. I do not know how the humans can live it the horrible dwellings that block all of the beautiful sites. It does seem to protect them from the wind and rain. Oh how I hated the wind on my webs.

He was a very noisy hatchling! But, I was given a nice large home to build webs and the dear boy would bring me more bugs than I could have ever eaten. I had to watch how many I ate, or I would have gotten too big for my body! I had so many different parts to build my web in without worrying about the weather ruining it. I loved watching the perfect spiral pattern emerge, and it caught the yummiest bugs. It isn’t hard to catch them when they are limited to the same space you live in though.

The boy brought me bugs all winter long; though I don’t know where he collected them at. He would sit and watch me work while the snow came down outside.

He took me to school to see all of the other hatchlings one day. It was very interesting, and I got to see pictures from places I will never see. When he took me to the front of the group so I could see them better and few long haired hatchlings shrieked and screamed at the site of me. I did not like their screams one bit! One of them shouted that she was going to squish me. The teacher made him stick my little travelling house under his seat to avoid any more problems.

He took my little travelling house to the park one day. It was so quiet there, but so cold that I could barely move. I noticed my old spider friends web was not on her bench. I do not know what spiders do in the winter so I hope she is well.

I noticed the weather started getting warmer again and the boy started to play outside more and more. I missed watching him while he was outside.

I started seeing all of these brown squares being filled with the boy’s toys and books. He was not playing all the time any more, but he also was not sitting either. He seemed as busy as a spider trying to learn to make the perfect spiral web.

This continued as long as the weather continued to warm the earth. The boy started pulling boxes from his room. I remember being very worried about what would happen to me when I saw all of the stuff gone from his room except my glass house.

That boy who I had come to think of as a friend seemed very sad that day. He took my house out into the yard and carefully tipped me out near a beautiful bush covered with the most beautiful flowers. It provided me with many places to build webs.

He smiled at my while crying a little. After a few short seconds his mom yelled from the driveway that they needed to hurry up and leave. He followed the sound of her voice to the waiting truck. I never saw that boy again. I had hatchlings of my own that went out to fend for themselves. I have lived in the beautiful bush ever since then.

The grey haired human that carefully tends this bush now tries not to disturb my web, and tells the noisy hatchlings that call her “Grandma” that I am here to keep the bugs off of her roses.

I am an old spider now, but I will never forget the adventures of one little human hatchling. I fear that I will not be here to protect these flowers from the bugs when the earth thaws after winter, but I am sure that someone will step in to take my place.




3 Responses to “Spiderweb”

  1. Becca Harris Says:

    Awesome! Yay for Lucy having a full & happy life, even if know-it-all Josephine did try to stop her! 🙂

  2. Maureen Says:

    You have a very creative mind. ——- Mom

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