Flash Fiction: Or It Gets-s Eaten

The giant spider gathered up silk strands. “It paid for a new face. I weaves-s it nice one. Young body, too!”

“This isn’t—” Ronaldo shouted.

“Now it goes-s! Or it gets-s eaten!”

Ronaldo’s highwayman coat hung oversized on her adolescent frame. A flash of fangs sent the girl fleeing barefoot.

 

 

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