Said The Spider To The Fly
“Give me $50,” said the spider to the fly.
“That’s not how this scene usually starts,” said the fly.
“I know; I’m trying something new here.”
“Okay, sorry. Start again?”
“Give me $50,” said the spider to the fly.
The fly patted itself. “I don’t have any cash on me.”
“Venmo works.”
The fly searched itself again. “Oh, right, I don’t have a phone.”
The spider tore open its silk pouch, looked inside, then hid the pouch behind its back. “Neither do I.”
“What’s in the pouch?” asked the fly.
“Never mind. Let’s just do the usual. I’ll start over...”
From Guest Contributor Tara Campbell
Tara (www.taracampbell.com) is a writer, teacher, Kimbilio Fellow, and fiction co-editor at Barrelhouse. She teaches flash and speculative fiction, and is the author of two novels, two hybrid collections, two short story collections, and a chapbook of sestinas. Additional publication credits include Masters Review, Wigleaf, Electric Literature, CRAFT Literary, Uncharted Magazine, Daily Science Fiction, Strange Horizons, and Escape Pod/Artemis Rising.
