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- Path: sparky!uunet!psinntp!cmcl2!panix!gaillard
- From: gaillard@panix.com (Ed Gaillard)
- Subject: eyes like diamonds in a subway tunnel
- Message-ID: <1992Dec23.041940.23870@panix.com>
- Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1992 04:19:40 GMT
- Organization: PANIX Public Access Unix, NYC
- Keywords: story
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- I drove down the highway, staying carefully under the speed limit. I
- wasn't about to take a chance on being stopped, not now, not so close
- to my ultimate victory.
-
- She had struggled when the sedatives wore off, as I was putting her in
- the trunk of my car. It was no use; I had tied her up well, and only
- the best rope was good enough for my Sarah. I could hear her thumping
- in the trunk as I turned onto the highway, and a buzzing sound as she
- tried to scream through the gag. I imagined myself, then, as a spider,
- and she as the fly helpless in my web. The image pleased me.
-
- Now, as I turned onto a side road, she had stopped struggling. I
- thought of a caterpillar in its cocoon. No flight into freedom awaited
- Sarah at the end of this trip.
-
- A few miles later I turned off again, onto a narrow dirt road. The end
- was near. My heart pounded.
-
- I pulled to a stop outside my cabin, deep in the woods, left the car,
- and opened the trunk. The ropes had already fallen away. Sarah stepped
- out, a little bewildered, and spread her red-gold wings, drying them
- in the air. I drew in a deep breath. Gorgeous! She was going to be
- spectacular, pinned in a display case, the prize specimen in my
- collection.
-
- My mandibles clicked with pleasure.
-
- -ed g.
- ...sting like a bee.
-