Unseaming
“With his tenth birthday only a week away, Rodney Muse hated to admit to his younger brother that he was too scared to go out the back door.
Why? The spiders. Seven of them, bodies round as dimes, legs striped like witch stockings, had stretched webs over the back porch light, from the porch rails to the tin roof, nets in every corner.
Little elfin Paul stood in the doorway, the overcast day beckoning over his shoulder, yelling,“C’mon!” and tugging the screen door so its hinges creaked. Rodney b...lurted, “Watch out for the spiders!” and instantly regretted it. Paul, only eight, had no fear of spiders.
He laughed. “Chicken!” He jumped, tore at a fistful of web. A big brown body landed in his hair.
Paul screamed, swatted the wriggling thing to the boards and crushed it under his sneaker. Then he started bawling.
Of course Mama blamed Rodney, her cold iron stare and pale scowl all for him, her smiles and coos for sniffling Paul and the red bite on his scalp. Mama doctored the wound at the kitchen table.MoreLess
Why? The spiders. Seven of them, bodies round as dimes, legs striped like witch stockings, had stretched webs over the back porch light, from the porch rails to the tin roof, nets in every corner.
Little elfin Paul stood in the doorway, the overcast day beckoning over his shoulder, yelling,“C’mon!” and tugging the screen door so its hinges creaked. Rodney b...lurted, “Watch out for the spiders!” and instantly regretted it. Paul, only eight, had no fear of spiders.
He laughed. “Chicken!” He jumped, tore at a fistful of web. A big brown body landed in his hair.
Paul screamed, swatted the wriggling thing to the boards and crushed it under his sneaker. Then he started bawling.
Of course Mama blamed Rodney, her cold iron stare and pale scowl all for him, her smiles and coos for sniffling Paul and the red bite on his scalp. Mama doctored the wound at the kitchen table.MoreLess
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