A note from  Marilyn about her story below —

This probably isn’t as funny as I think it is, but I did have fun writing it. I think the prompt was something like, “write a story in which you refer to time passing, as you maybe look at a clock or stopwatch.”  Marilyn F.

It all started at 8:33 when a spider climbed up a waterspout. At 8:35, a torrential rain began and washed the spider down the rain spout, flushing him into a puddle of water where he very nearly drowned.

It wasn’t until about 8:50 when the rain let up a bit and the very soggy spider was able to struggle towards the edge of the puddle. Then, at 8:55 the water-logged spider managed to extract his last leg from the puddle. The rain stopped at last.

It was just past 9:00 when the spider’s legs, like stilts, precariously balanced his still-wet body above the rain-drenched ground. They trembled as he lurched toward a bit of high ground that wasn’t quite so wet.

At 9:05 the sun peeked down through the clouds. Its heat was minimal at first. The spider couldn’t feel heat of course, he being a cold-blooded animal after all. It wasn’t until 9:10 when the full force of the sun beat back the rain clouds and sent them scurrying on their way.

Then, when the clock had reached 9:25, the warmth of the sun had dried up all the rain drops. The heat caused the water in the puddle to give up tiny, invisible water molecules which floated up into the sky. The puddle beneath the rain spout dried up until it was as if it had never been there.

Finally, at 9:30 the spider, feeling invigorated and dry at last, decided he would climb up the waterspout once again.