Eight blue cues revolve. Spider eyes on a fly spiraling toward suicide. Twisting inside. Maggots, golden, curly clues. Fake little ring dangles from a warty finger.
I did not listen to “DO NOT ENTER!” Curiosity compelled me to try my bit of luck. But I’ve already lost a ruby slipper so I’m waiting on a tree stump with no frog to kiss my lips nor cat to cross my path.