100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Madison Woods.
“Flippin’ cobwebs. Every time I turn around, there’s another one.”
Impatiently, Zoe brushed them from her face and bare arms. She realized she’d spoken out loud.
In the back bedroom, which had been her mother’s, the wallpaper was shredded and masses of cobwebs filled the corners.
In the far corner was a particularly large cobweb. The intricate design drew her nearer.
A quarter-sized spider stared down at her.
“He killed her.”
“He killed her.” Of course the spider wasn’t talking. She whirled toward the door.
“He poisoned her. You’ll find the vial in the crack behind that cobweb.”
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