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That some female spiders devour their mate seems counterproductive, and I do not know why. This week’s picture of a dark spider’s web made me think of the widow-family of spiders and how they must trap the poor male. My story expands on the idea of a female predator and how the unwitting male becomes ensnared in her trap.
Caught in a Stalker’s Web
Norman turned away from Laticia’s fixation and grey magnetic eyes. He fumbled with his iPhone and knocked over the cola that spilled down his jeans.
He picked up his backpack and dashed out of the café.
Why was the bus always late?
She came striding towards him. Should he run?
‘Hello, Norman.’ The hairy wisps around her lips quivered.
‘Laticia I can’t—’
‘I’ve bought sheen stockings.’
He blushed at his irresistible urge to wear silk.
Laticia kissed his ear. ‘I’ll shave your legs.’
‘No. Go away, Laticia.’
‘Norman! Look.’
In stockings and otherwise naked; his picture on her iPhone.
James McEwan 