The spider spun her web, studiously ignoring the brooding human so intent upon her labours.
Suddenly resolute, the figure raced away, his wake almost dislodging her.
“What was that all about?”
“Nothing, Wallace,” she responded casually, dispatching her mate in an act of post-coital whimsy, unaware of the ironic parallel.
Derry man Perry McDaid is currently fiction editor with Liquid Imagination and on the board of silverpen.org. Widely published, his poems, stories, reviews, and articles have appeared in diverse and international magazines, anthologies, and websites. A prize-winner with short stories, poetry and articles, the Irishman’s work can be found both in hard copy and online. Eschewing demands for one “voice”, and spanning genres, he writes from many perspectives on subjects from the comic to the profound. He lives with his family beneath the mostly misty Donegal Hills, walking back roads where he can inhale the mystic inspiration of long-dead bards and druids to concoct the weird, wonderful, and downright disturbing.