The Old Blog in the Desert

It was his usual after-dinner walk. Joined by his dog, Chuck Malring weaved his way between the sage and creosote bushes.

Over the rise, he paused momentarily while the dog sniffed about. Near the base, he discovered thousands of leggy orbs.

‘Daddy Long Legs,” he smiled as the dog scurried away, tail tucked between its legs.

He knew they couldn’t hurt him as he recalled playing with them as a kid. He squatted hoping to touch one.

The sudden disturbance caused the things to stand as a single unit, making Chuck Malring wish he’d followed his dog down the trail.