October drabbles - 23

He gazes back at me. Brown eyes or black, I can’t be sure. He sits so safe, secure. “You want me gone,” his body says, that firm demeanor, still, but for the trembling in the breeze.

His bending knees, he stirs so subtly now. I shrink away. I think it’s me that he wants gone, me shrunk to size, despised, diminished, done. One foot flicks out on swinging calf, and I’m half-way across the room still looking back to ponder on his wrath.

And he? He’s gazing back at me, unmoved.

Brown-clad, thick-trunked, dark-eyed, dark-fanged; dark spider guards the door.

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