Microfiction: Spiders

Only 71 words for this short for the Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter


She refused to close the blinds, preferred being able to see them. That was why she kept all the lights on too. They covered all the windows now, their webs sparkling with hoar frost, indifferent to the cold.

The power would give out sometime. Then the cold and the darkness would overwhelm the world. They always said bluebottles would survive when everything else had gone. Obviously, the spiders had other ideas.


Thoughts on housework

I should

I should clean the bathroom
sort the laundry,
unblock the sink, sweep the stairs.
Instead I walk the dog to think.

The thoughts that bubble and whisper inside my head
must be ordered to march
one at a time, onto the page
into words I can read.

I fear that they will not resist
the onslaught of time and a soapy rag
and dissipate in the dust
swept from the bathroom floor.

My house

My house is eco friendly
No bottled poison
or canisters of chemical death
no fresheners or conditioners
and a plunger to unblock the sink.
It is a cocoon of purity
and thousands of spiders.