(Author’s note: It’s been one day over 6 months since I last posted here. Part of the reason is that I was going through a massive bout of writer’s block. But more deeply, I was going through a longer-wave episode of depression. It’s not the clinical stuff, but it’s a family history where when it hits, you can’t do anything but wait it out until it releases. So now, back to it, 6 months later.)

Return To Innocence

by Miles H. Rost

Parking his car next to the old cabin, Patrick walked around to inspect the place.

Everything he remembered about the cabin of his youth rang true, believing what was being seen. He smiled while relishing the idea of taking three weeks and just detoxing from the “civilized” world.

He walked behind the cabin, into the spaced woods and noticed the various patchwords of spider webs. A memory that he shared the space with a species that knew his presence.

He raised a hand, and gave a whistle. A small, pillow shaped spider looked at him from their perch and waved.