Sunday Stills – Summer Bugs in winter?

Bugs are in short supply here in winter but who knows what might lurking in the weeds of my winter garden – or is it back to the archives I go…!


So where do the bugs go in winter. I found this exoskeleton still clinging to the tree trunk long after its inhabitant had moved on.

Cicada shell cast-off

There must be some spiders somewhere.

Spider in the lily

I even looked in the compost bin hoping to find some slaters or at least an earthworm or two. No luck there.


Then I remembered – those archives and those snails. I have never noticed snails on trees  before.  You can just see the damage cause by their chewing, I guess they did it carefully so they didn’t chew off their escape route. 

30. The moments before we touch

“The honesty’s too much……”  Well that triggered a song in my mind.  Still humming as I search for something intriguing or romantic to write……… about those moments before we touch.

 Yeah Nah – when it comes to touching, I can only think about that ‘C’ thing I don’t want to mention. Sigh – it would be much more creative to write a love story huh?

Instead, you get this moment!

The willow tree was in shadow so deep she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. She groped sightlessly into the darkness and then in that moment she touched something sticky. Cobwebs clung to her hand.   She shrieked and freaked.  She had always been terrified of spiders. 

Spider’s web

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/08/01/august-writing-prompts-3/