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.