Daughter of Arachne: Flash Fiction
At sunrise, I leapt from the dustbin lid; I swung from leaf to leaf. Like a songless swallow, I flew, and dived like a dolphin through dewdrops. If I were a silkworm, you would prize me: trap me in a pampered prison. As it is, you looked through me; left me. In the morning cool,… Read More Daughter of Arachne: Flash Fiction