They had called her “Miss Muffet”, oh so many years ago. They thought it funny, her running away and crying behind the pump house, sucking on the swollen finger that would soon show the spider’s angry sting.
No one had considered her since. Not a single child commented on her sudden affinity for arachnids. No concerned mother queried her parents about her odd, luminous eyes, her preference for the dark.
She was grown now, with a husband. He labored for hours on the most delicate of artistic pieces – his gifts to the world. She liked to watch him work, thinking of their hundreds of children about to go off into the world. No doubt they would frighten many a child.
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