Purple veined trees dangled darkened fruits above her head.
“I’ve never been to this part of the woods before.” Words she was barely brave enough to speak disappeared into a pulsing air of mystery. She would swear her feet were no longer her own.
“I’m so very hungry and tired.” The stiffness of the air crushed her voice but the woods protects its own. One of the purple veined trees dropped a fruit into her hands.
Her teeth tore the skin, unleashing a dark gush to dribble over her chin.
And that’s how she became fairest in the land.
Word Count: 99 on the dot
For the Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge
This is not at all what I would normally post but … I don’t know, I’ll call it a slice of life.
This morning I had to kill a spider.
It wasn’t just any spider. No. I didn’t realize this was some mutant momma spider.
I thought it looked weird … but what the hell do I know before 7 AM when my daughter is refusing to go in her bathroom because of said spider.
So I smashed it
And baby spiders scattered across the tile.
I … Just stared for a second … I had that “sweet baby Jesus what have I done” moment.
Of course, I can’t shut the bathroom door and leave them. No, they’ll regroup into some Cartoon Network mutant villainy crap if I do that.
So I start screaming at my daughter to get the bug spray from the garage.
I’m pretty sure this shit is outdoor only use. It’s probably straight up expired acid at this point.
I do not care. I douse those innocent babies like I’m going burn the whole place and never look back.
Then I shut the door and walk away because I’m officially out of time for this to be a problem.
The more I think about it, the more I think that this was hidden in the fine print when I signed the parent contract. I didn’t knowingly sign up for baby spiders before 7AM.
Yet another Sunday, it’s the end of March. What the hell?
Music: Wooden Shjips – Back To Land
Swallow your pride, it’s a bitter pill but it’s better this way.
Say the things you know will sting, slaps against the grain.
Anything to make you walk away.
Swallow arsenic words, poisonous to all around us.
Anything to protect you from the mess I’ve become.
He was right you know,
Selfishness choked me on the way down
And I never deserved you.
Spin me into sweet melodies,
They slide down easier than reality.
Anything to hide the truth of what we’ve done.
Once I tried to take a handful of bitter pills
To forget your name, forget your face,
Forget the way I had you stamped in that place.
I fell down, busted my brain instead.
Now my thoughts leak and blend fact with fiction,
I can’t tell anymore what was real and what was just part of the mission.
All because we tried to swallow little bitter pills,
Is it better this way?
I hear they have a pill to answer
To straighten out our brains.
I don’t know, what do you think?
Maybe seeing stars isn’t a bad thing
If the answer is swallowing our pride
And staying side by side.
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