They entered the cave before dawn, while the giant spiders slept.
Their lantern cast a feeble light, but it glinted off metal in the webs: the undigested armor and weapons of foolhardy adventurers. Uncle smiled and tied a rope to his niece's waist.
Slowly and silently she climbed onto the webs, barely moving them. With a deft stroke she cut the goods free and tied them to the rope. Then the knife slipped from her grasp. It tumbled through the dark and landed in a spider's belly.
As they fled the cave, she decided farming wasn't so bad after all.
YOU ARE READING
Everyday Drabbles
Short StoryA drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.
