Wouldn’t Hurt a Fly

‘She wouldn’t hurt a fly,’ Sarah said, as they handcuffed all eight arms of her friend.

Her web was still in the trees, where she had built her intricate silk home. It wasn’t her fault it was sticky, and that other creatures were lured to their doom. She had tried making it out of other materials, but it didn’t hold up as much.

‘What she make that web for then?’ the police fly asked. ‘We’ve been watching her for a month, and not only does she catch her victims in her web, but they disappear before we can help them.

‘She has to live somewhere, she is a spider after all, and is it her fault they invade her home. She has called you so many times, and you’ve ignored all her calls. It’s the fly’s fault, not hers.’

‘She built the web, knowing it would attract her victims, and she sits in the middle waiting for them. The Black Widow, we call her at the station. Lures those poor creatures in, and devours them whole.’

‘To live in, as I told you, she wouldn’t hurt a fly – don’t suppose you want a cup of herbal tea officer. I’ve some CCTV footage in my web if you want to talk about it more.’

Officer Fly flew into the web, its wings stuck fast.

Sarah smiled, her friend might not hurt a fly, but she was partial to wings.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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