The Little Reet SpiderThe carnival only gets one visitor these days, and it was happy with just that. Because this visitor brings the cheerful music back to its tents and long broken rides. To the carnival, he was important, but to him, he was nothing but just a loner. Both could care less for each other’s problems.The Little Reet Spider by Reyniki
The young man, whose hair was raven black, spun his violin around his hand once then rested it on the crook of his neck in one fluent motion. He lifted the bow in his other hand slightly above the strings, then paused. As if running to check if he remembered all of the notes exactly before he played. He didn’t want to make any mistakes midway through. It wasn’t like the people in the streets passing by were going to pay him any attention though. So the young man played for himself and his tiny friends in the corners of the ceiling.
Taking a break from their long day of work, the little eight legged creatures hung from their web to watch the young man. The audience was growing l