Stories for 100 Days of Writing

Blind Love

He looked into her beautiful green eyes. They looked right into his soul. It was the first day they'd seen each other and he was instantly smitten, well who wouldn't be. It was how she looked at him, with that mesmerising smile, he saw it every day through the trees; he felt himself drawn to her.

Today, the trees oozed water and the sun burnt down into the middle of the forest, yet there was little awareness in the tiny world of the Praying Mantis, he only had eyes for his love, spotted working across the great chasm. He had the urge to fly, he thought if he flew well, she would see him, she had after all been looking his way already. So, he took off and he flew his very best in her direction and with a long arm she beckoned him over.

You could say it was a whirlwind romance, and that sadly he lost his head with love. In this case, it was literal; she bit it off during their torrid affair and then finished him off for dinner. However, as so many have said, 'What a way to go'