Writing Prompt - Spider's Web
Write for ten minutes, beginning with the following sentence: “I’d often thought I’d like to watch a spider spin his web from start to finish; now I had little choice.”
I’d often thought I’d like to watch a spider spin his web from start to finish; now I had little choice. I could feel the throbbing in my leg, and as I shifted my weight was reminded of the restraints that held me here, bound in this bed, tilted on my left side, staring out of the window. The spider had arrived a few moments ago and begun his web.
“Why me,” the thought came to me again as my mind drifted back to the events of last week.
“Kim, come here,” Erin’s voice called from the base of the old oak tree.
Erin and I were best friends. We had been since elementary school, and here we were, now in our twenties wandering the old wooded lots behind what remained of Beachwood Elementary.
“I still can’t believe they are going to tear down the school, Erin. I mean Beachwood has always been there,” I commented as I arrived beside her at the foot of the old oak tree.
“I can’t believe it is still here,” Erin remarked.
“I know. Look up there,” I pointed to the gnarled branched above our heads.
The planks of wood still spanned the distance between the branches. I remembered the many times we came running through these woods and scampered up the tree to our “fort.” There we had talked about all of life’s great topics: girls, boys, teachers, parents, and high school.
Erin put her hands on one of the short boards that still remained nailed to the tree, making a ladder up to the fort. She took hold of the board and pulled. It held. Erin looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.
“Come on,” she teased, and began scampering up the side of the tree.
“No way!,” I exclaimed and continued, “I am twice your size. We aren't kids anymore, Pixie!”
I always called her Pixie when I wanted to point out that I was about twice her size. Erin was always a small, thin girl. Today was no different, although, she had shaped up nicely over the years. It is amazing what breasts and a firm butt can do to transform a twig of a girl into a beautiful woman. She laughed from her lofty position in the branches overhead.
--ten minutes up--
posted by Kim Williams at
7:02 AM
5 Comments:
No fair...I want to hear the rest!
Ooooh. . . .
You wrote this in ten minutes, Kim? Wow! I'm amazed. And, um... yeah, after "breasts and a firm butt" come into the picture, I would sure like to know what happened next, too! ;-)
Nevine
You will finish that. Right?
Anon - i do need to finish this...
David - back at you
Nevine - i always knew you were a T&A fan
Monica - only if you will encourage me...
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