Jun 29, 2020
2 min read
Sally and the Jumping Spider
Flash Fiction
Sally gazed at the sharp hair lining the stem of a Hungarian Breadseed Poppy flower. She felt her toes sink into soft, dry dirt. Earth’s energy enveloped her. She allowed her body to drop down, pressing gently into the soil. Looking at the flower again, she witnessed a black spider with emerald eyes upon a ruffled poppy leaf. It was rearing back like a monster and eyeing her. She met the…
