Challenge
Arachnophobe or arachnophile - I don't care if you love or hate 'em, just write about 'em. Prose only (no poetry) and TAG ME! Happy writing.
He Loves Me
Eight legs. Each counted, gingerly. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. Last, the body. He loves me. I place him gently in the tank I have for him. It's filled with all the fauna of his native land. It's important he's comfortable. There's a small branch there. Currently, he hides behind it. My boy is shy, just like the Pointer Sisters sing. The tune hums in my head, almost involuntarily. I show him the fly then. Grasped between tweezers. It's important the fly be alive. He likes it that way. I lay the fly gently in it's tank. "You're welcome!"
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