Tangled Web

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive,” Sarah stated.

Carrie looked up from her computer. “Who said that?” she asked.

Her cousin shrugged. “Someone, you know, important.”

Carrie noticed Sarah staring out the window at a large spider web dripping with dew. “When spider webs look like that, it always reminds me of those flapper dresses with all the draping and beads.”

Sarah abruptly jumped up out her chair and walked into the kitchen. “More?” she said waiving her coffee cup.

“Walter Scott,” Carrie said, staring at her computer, and then looking up, “What? Oh, no. I’m good.”

“What about Walter Scott?” Sarah asked.

“He wrote an epic poem where that line appears.”

“You found that on Wikipedia or something?” Sarah asked sitting back down with her coffee and resuming her gaze out the window at the dreary, grey morning. Carrie didn’t reply.

“Holy crap. What a f’n rotten day to get married,” Sarah sighed.

6 thoughts on “Tangled Web

  1. Love how the conversation rambles from the spider web to Scott, to Wikipedia on such an important, not to mention rotten day! Loved the description of the spider web as a flapper dress… it does look like that!!

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  2. great piece! love all of the descriptions and the way you weaved the conversation through… and yes, like everyone else.. the web and flapper dress! well done!

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