Writing for Fun
July 2018
Catch Me If You Can! - Diane Silverston
There it was. Just sitting there. It seemed to be looking straight at me. It was taunting me, jeering, chuckling . . . as if to say, ‘Go on then, try.’
It just sat there, black against the white. It didn’t seem worried. I was annoyed. It was in my way, stopping me from getting on with my life.
It moved, in a strange scuttling way, to the other side.
Then it just sat there, menacing. I am sure it was staring straight at me, daring me. Should I try? Would I be quick enough?
Once again it moved, nearer, its legs at angles, clinging on to the sides.
How dare it, stop my day? What right had it to be there? My house, my life, my rules. Now I was cross.
I prepared myself. Got my aids ready.
It just sat there.
I pounced. I had it.
I had caught it.
I had beaten the spider in the bath.