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// Saturday, April 23, 2016

The View from Here

The lonely, disfigured moth bled slowly, while the slightly out of breath red wasp watched from a nearby stick, smiling and thinking, soon bleakness — and the spoils of victory.

Soon bleakness — and the spoils of victory. That's what the hungry spider thought as it waited patiently on the leaf above the red wasp.

Copyright 2016 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

This text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, contexts, scenes, scenarios, symbols, glyphs, iconography, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.