Fiction
From Stephen King
“I’ve been thinking about spiders, spiders don’t scuttle, they don’t.”
Flash Fiction: Carotene
I look outside to see the trees shimmy out of their skin. Leaves spiral down, sounding like soft footfalls.
“I’ve been thinking about spiders, spiders don’t scuttle, they don’t.”
I look outside to see the trees shimmy out of their skin. Leaves spiral down, sounding like soft footfalls.