A Twill Weave – Short Story


A Twill Weave – Short Story by JLeahy ©

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Picture by Barbara W. Beacham

Mondays Finish the Story is a weekly flash fiction by Barbara W. Beacham which runs from Monday to Sunday. This week’s prompt starts with the quote in the story below and the above picture. I hope you enjoy my take on this one. The stories have to be 100-150 words.

A Twill Weave

“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive”, someone had scrawled in bad handwriting. Humidity and stench made the cell unbearable but I wondered who the writer was. Had a moment of epiphany or remorse released those words?

Months have flown by, but I knew after the bundle was found on me, my five years of trafficking ended. The door turned.

“Mr Chris Dam –ass?” he pronounced Dameche.

“Yes”, I said relieved to get interaction after 24 long hours in the transit cell.

“Follow me,” he said with no emotion.

We walked down the hallway, opposite to where I was first led in. My heart sank.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To another cell, we have someone coming in…to use that one” he said.

At the hallway end, he unlocked a cell.

It was smaller. I looked out and through a tiny grilled window. A huntsman is putting the finishing touches on an elaborated web.

22 thoughts on “A Twill Weave – Short Story”

      1. ah, well thank goodness for that… the poor prisoner has enough on his plate as it is 😀 You are most welcome 🙂 I really enjoyed!

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  1. He seems he was going to be well trapped for a long time. I like the connection between the two cells – the quote in one and the huntsman’s web in the other. It gives the impression of no way out, just like someone in a tangled web
    I thought the huntsman spider was venomous – in which case, he might not last long enough to serve his sentence. 😀

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