Better late than never; here I come with one of the last two Friday Fictioneers stories available for the year.
I’ll get my shit together in 2015. Theoretically.
“Do you think it hurt?”
My little sister was fascinated by a spiderweb that held the remains of a beetle, and sat poking at it with the tip of a twig. I paused a moment before answering.
“Did what hurt?”
“When it died.”
I looked at the web. “For a moment, maybe. Then it was over.”
“And it stopped hurting?”
All I could do was nod. She smiled at me.
I held out my hand for her, and her fingers curled around mine. The light was bright and warm.
In the distance, I could hear sirens getting closer.