PHOTO PROMPT ©Sandra Crook
Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly…..and an interesting parlor it was, thick with the smells of machines and dyes, the loud clacking of a thousand and one spools running in synchronicity.
“I was sad to hear of your father’s troubles with the law.”
“See the intricate way the threads interweave,” said the son, motioning the man closer.
“Yes….”
Closer.
“Hummmm…”
With one touch, Mr King fell into the machine, spun into a web of a thousand and one spools.
A Writer's Life 
Like father, like son? Good tension here.
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Ouch, I didn’t expect this, great twist. I’m afraid the son now has trouble with the law, too.
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Revenge for his father, an interesting trap!
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