Whitney Writes…

Of all the things to have appeared outside the door of the office breakroom, it had to be that. Of all her phobias that crippled her into immobility, it had to be one of her more ridiculous things. It could have been spiders, or a marionette, or any number of things. But no.

There on the floor, sat a bowl of jiggling, wiggling, bright green Jell-O cubes.

Inktober 2023, Prompt #2: SPIDERS