The Swarm

· Creative writing

“Shhhhh...”

Another appeared.

“Don’t disturb them.”

“Can they see us?”

Natalie shrugged, her eyes wide.

Another one left father’s liquor cabinet.

“What are they looking for?” I whispered.

Again Natalie shrugged, the swarm’s behaviour a mystery.

Only later did we understand what they were after.

But then it was too late; the drunken webs unavoidable.