I took a blouse out of the washer and hung it to dry. This daddy-long-legs came running out of a fold. Good thing I used cold water and the gentle cycle.
|Not a speck of dust on him, shining colours.|
|He's missing a leg and two half legs, at least.|
I saw him last night, roaming placidly around the bathroom; he looked duller then. Today, the first thing I saw was the flash of brick red. And he was panicking; I don't think I've ever seen a harvestman run as fast as he was before.
I caught up with him when he paused for breath on the bathtub surround.
|With the one remaining long leg stretched out.|
I wonder: does he run faster with shorter legs? Do those long, wobbly legs slow down his brothers?