"Welcome to my garden," said the spider to the fly.
"Is that a-"
"No it isn't. Kindly follow me."
I followed, craning, watching, wondering at what I saw. I was certain, convinced an elephant was in the corner.
"Over here you'll see my latest, a pristine example of capital form and function."
"Yes," I scarcely heard her, "but I swear I saw a-"
"You didn't. That's unheard of. Pay attention and keep quiet."
The crowd around me tut-tutted, clacking tongues and lashing eyes. I found my way at the back, looking bored at picture perfect, well groomed and manicured. I'm tired, said my brain, this is maddeningly mundane. Black and white, black and white; all the same, all the same.
"Hush," I whispered, or so I thought. She glared at me, black widow, a hint of red at her throat.
"What was that you said?"
"Would you be quiet!"
"I beg your pardon?"
The brooch came undone, fell to the floor. Out splayed her spider legs and she lunged for me. The other watched without concern as she wrapped me in her web. I was hug upside down, in a corner off to the right.
"That will teach you to go against." She hissed, re-pinned her collar and the crowd walked on.
The pachyderm smiled and lowed me, his kindly trunk outstretched. He took my hand and together we walked around the bend. There was color there.
I wrote this for Willow's Magpie Tales. It's a bit different, don't you think? Wander on by and check out the other amazing stories she has collected.