Let's Read

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Words were drawn to my screen from a distant source. Held there, signaling for my attention. I the spider, considering my next juicy morsel.

Would I find a poem? A risqué tale about two lovers? A zombie holocaust? Or kids on a swing?

Would it be fragile or puerile? Emotional or mental? Amateur or prose?

From each would I sip and find some small nourishment.

Where would they take me? Where would they leave me? Intrigued? Amused? Resentful? Bored?

A thousand characters permute into a million wonders. And vastly more blunders. But oh the plunder!

My gaze jumped to the first word, and I began to read, my mandibles clicking away.