Am I that transparent?! But every move I make is so carefully thought out!
A spider drafting blueprints of his web.

But this fly laughed in my face, and tied my own web around my neck like a barb-wired garrote. A simple train station would act as the sepulcher for my chalk-lined figure.

To say the post maggot's eyes caught my attention first would be an outright lie. Approaching my potential victim and throwing a few bold lines, was easy. What I didn't expect, however, was her to take my bravery, crush it by telling me intentions, and whisper in my ear:

"I see right through you, and the worst part is, you'll never see me ever again."

And she was right. Gone before I could regain my breath.