Friday is upon us again, and here I am Fictioneering – with what I’d consider one of my creepier attempts.
The photo comes courtesy of Lura Helms, but the prompt, as always, comes from Madison Woods. Give it a read and let me know what you think!
A fissure opened in the stump and Cole stepped closer. The trees had died months ago, but somehow they’d kept growing – not up, but out, tumid trunks swelling in the blackened soil.
Now the forest was full of pregnant trees, thick boles hung with knots, limbs splayed.
The fissure grew wide, and a long leg, bone white and ragged, reached from the darkness, groping for purchase on the swollen stump. The dead leaves rattled as a fat body turned beneath, scraping inside the trunk before thrusting another leg into the light.
Cole stepped back.
Snap, snap, snap.
All across the forest, the spiders were hatching their shells.
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