Friday Fictioneers – Protector

Well hello again everyone. Apologies for my absence of late; it seems I haven’t FriFiced for nearly two months. This has been down to a combination of things – busy at work, lack of literary inspiration, Christmas hecticity, having a new telly and a new Playstation that needed my attention… You know, the usual.
Anyway I am back, and having received Rochelle‘s email as usual on Wednesday, complete with prompt pic

from Victor and Sarah Potter I duly wrote my 100 words of writing. You can of course head off to Frogtopia to read everyone else’s works too. My 100 words follow shortly. It’s good to be back; thanks for reading. And don’t forget – tip your waitress and leave via the Gift Shop.

 

 

I froze, my hand silencing my mouth. A spider’s web, silver and luminescent beneath, filled the window.

When I was first married I would have screamed; he would have saved me, hugged me, said he was protecting me. In later years, he would stamp into the room, shouting that I should grow out of this stupid phase, it was only a spider.

I learned to fight the urge to call out; to deny my fear.

It’s only now, living alone, I have learned to relax, to become my own protector.

And realise the fear I needed to overcome wasn’t spiders.