Spider

Flash fiction on someone who's afraid of spiders

My father gave me only one piece of advice before he died. He said they had a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. He managed to survive long enough to pass on his advice. As a result, I grew up fearing all spiders. However, most of them were all of the same variety so it was easy to stay away from them.

I met this girl one day. This was the first time I had talked to a girl and I didn’t know what gave me the courage. I was behind the big bar on the main street. She seemed lost in thought. I had never laid eyes on someone so dark and beautiful.

As I got closer, I was filled with a strange longing. I didn’t know what came over me and I went over to her.

“Are you lost?” I asked, regretting my horrible pick-up line instantly.

An angelic smile broke open on her face. “No,” she said. “I needed some fresh air.”

“Ah yes, this is the place for it,” was my pathetic attempt at humor.

“My place is just around the corner,” her voice like velvet.

‘That was fast.’ I thought to myself.

“Oh, Okay,” I blurted.

I never thought it would be this easy to get a girl. It was the best night of my life.

I got up to leave. “Where do you think you are going?” Her voice changed. A chill rand down my spine.

“I’m sorry, I need to go home,” I mumbled. My father’s words hit me and I realized it was too late.

“Not so fast. That’s not how this ends,” she hissed and was on top of me. “They don’t call us Black Widow for nothing”.