On the Second Day of Halloween

Y’all regular readers know how big spiders have factored into my life recently. Well, here’s a bit of 8-legged fiction I came up with a couple of years ago.

For the second day of Halloween I give you…

Here Kitty

“Harry! Come get the cat”

The furry weight crept up her back obviously coming in for a morning nuzzle on her exposed shoulder and neck. “Harry!”

Harry was her husband. The one who insisted they adopt the fat fur ball to begin with. I say “was” because he was lying on the cool tile in the bathroom, toothbrush still clutched in his hand, uncontrolled drool mixing with the drying toothpaste around his mouth. The poison hadn’t taken long to render his nervous system useless save for now being an elaborate causeway for the chemicals to cause needless spasms.

“God damn it Harry!” She turned her head, opening her eyes, ready to glare menacingly at the cat whose body was hotly pressed against the skin on her shoulder. She was just in time to see the spider as it sunk its fangs into her skin, ensuring that the horror of the creature would follow her thoughts into death.

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