Hey, happy Friday!
This story is one I wrote before Christmas, one night by the fire. My house was dead cold — only heated in one room, with plywood for windows and the wind whistling through the walls.
We were sitting by the fire, when I saw a tiny spider scuttle out onto the end of the piece of wood I had just thrown in. In spite all our best efforts at rescue, he turned around and threw himself back into the flames.
And now, as I type this, incredibly, a teeny wee spider has just crawled out on my desk. A tribute to the resiliency of the species!
Anyway, here’s the story. Something a little lighter than you’ve heard for the past couple of weeks, in spite of the title.
Hope you enjoy!