Boxes Under the Bed
Sep 27, 2021
3 minutes
[ Megan Holbeck ]
I’d forgotten that spiders’ eyes reflect torchlight, that they glow like tinsel in the dark.
A night earlier I was pulling boxes of gear out from under my bed, not thinking about spiders or their eyes: I was focused on packing. The next morning I was boarding a plane for the first time in a year, heading to Mt Arapiles for the first time in six. I dug through harnesses, hardware, shoes, and rope. Tried to remember what I’d need. Underneath artefacts,
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