She told me it would be dangerous to use my power lightly, but when I saw the insect just standing there in the park, I couldn’t resist shrinking so I could take a ride on the back of the fly. It was exciting, like the best fairground ride, but without the predictability. It was fun watching mum wondering where I was, and getting scared.
She can’t hear me. My vocal chords are too small, and although she’s frantically looking for me, I’m too tiny to see.
I wish I’d listened when she said I was not experienced enough to reverse the effect without her help.
Mum, please come and set me free, before the spider reaches me.
Written for Michelle’s Photo Challenge #101. Click the link to join in.
©Jane Paterson Basil