Friday Fictioneers. Hosted by Madison Woods with photo by Rochelle Wisoff Fields. Follow the link to see the picture and read more stories.
The dense treetops blocked the afternoon sun. They walked cautiously in shadows waist deep. Something bleated. The sound echoed. Each pointed in a different direction. They flipped a coin and Raccoon won.
The gloom thickened. Raccoon reached for Owl’s hand.
He slipped, fell and pulled Owl down a hill.
Overhead, webs thick as sails were woven between tree trunks. A giant spider moved along the strands with the slip-tick sound of knitting needles.
They waited, eyes wide and breath held while the spider crawled above. It stopped, looked down and saw them.
Something bleated. The spider went after the sound.