I was looking for something today around the house, looking high and low and then I found a small folded up piece of paper with a dead spider on it.
I paused what I was doing and held my hand up to Paul who was talking to me “wait a moment” I said, “I have to read this suicide note from this spider”! Puzzled he walked off half laughing.
I opened the piece of folded paper tentatively to see if it was indeed a suicide note from a spider but it wasn’t! I was surprised to find an excerpt from a story I decided to abandon for a while. The spider either died of horror at the bad writing that was on the page or it decided to do a protest suicide to make me re-add this scene into the story, which one is true, I have no idea.
It could be just a case of the spider being in the wrong place at the wrong time and just randomly died on the page, but I like to be philosophical about things.
What do you think was the meaning of the spider?
Thanks for reading!