“Don’t kill it Da!” The child’s cry begged mercy.
A fraction away from his dire deed Sam hesitated, stone in hand.
Elanor stared with watery blue eyes, first at her father, then at the object of his determination.
Dewdrops sparkled in the spider’s web, just like the wet kiss of tears on his daughter’s face. Sam’s aversion toward the creature warred with the tug of a child’s words in his heart.
Defeated, he smiled and took her tiny hand, leaving the spider for another day. How could he not?
Unknowingly she’d woven a web of healing in his heart.