I remained just so until a spider came along and made his web in the space provided; 6 or7 hours in all.
We waited until a fly, not a housefly but a delicate creature with nearly transparent wings that betrayed him, became entangled.
The spider, genus, phylum, species unknown but not of the long legged variety, not stumpy either but creepy beautiful. Slow in work, quick in the pursuit of prey.
The fly, now wrapped in fine linen, stopped moving before his wardrobe was finished.
The tailor moved back to his perch at the tip of my left index finger and again we waited as I wondered what time was dinner.
The light through a window at my back faded.
The room was black and the fun was over.
Looking back, I never thought to name him.