The Spider and the Fly

Chris McMullen is a final-year student of English with Drama and Theatre Studies.

My nature had induced me to feast from flower to flower. Seduced by the mirage of bounty, I did not see her sinister net. I was tangled around her silk bed and I saw her lick her fangs. She walked slowly towards her banquet. Her thin silk arm stroked my spine. Chewing upon my ear she whispered, ‘You’ve been a naughty fly’. I shook my chains frantically as she wrapped her legs and arms and around me, positioning her body on top. She ate me for breakfast. Lunch was tied up in her living room.