shimmering on air as the spiders frozen in place on the spider web shawls in the knitting shop begin to thaw . . . night and hours to be free before anyone comes back . . . webs strung from front to back with silk that can clutch anything and hold it close . . . breakfast they are once caught and lunch later . . . a key in the lock as the sun rises and a trap waiting to be sprung . . . better turn and run but no . . . the silken strands flying out like a gladiator’s net and pulled back in . . . a last gasping breath and . . .
My fall series post for today over on my Substack at the link and free to see. It includes this levitating broom shot by my photographer cousin.
