The large black and yellow orb weaver sat in its web. It had built it in the sidelight window on the front porch of a house.
The occupant of the home opened the door to leave for work. She brushed a thread attached to the door causing the spider to jitter toward her. She spotted it, and letting loose a loud shriek, dropped her tote and retreated into the house.
Reemerging with a can, she liberally sprayed the hapless spider and it fell dead.
She retrieved her tote and left for work.
She didn't notice she'd also sprayed her lunch.
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FantasyDrabbles are stories consisting of exactly one hundred words. They can be in any genre but the ones I write are mostly fantasy, or paranormal, though I sometimes write ones that are mainstream or can't be categorized. Only the first four here, The...
