The Morning, Mourning Widows!

~ The Morning, Mourning Widows~

As the widows are mourning in the parlor, the morning widows come out to hunt their prey.

The widows gather each year talking about the loved ones they’ve lost, while unaware of the danger that lingers near. They go about the morning, setting out the food they all brought to share. Like a séance that leaves them on an edge, the mourning widows set up for display the pictures of the ones they’ve lost, and the power of the life that lingers from the expressions that live in them (pictures worth a thousand words) speak with pride, but like a constant torment, the widows never learn how to say good-bye plagued by the tears they cry.

Now in behind the pictures crawling into the scene is the feast of the queens; a sight that would cause fainting screams if the mourning widows got a glimpse of the black widows morning dreams. Hiding where they go the widows leave the sacs, eating their males like a snack, divorcing their mourning’s back. Every night is like every morning, a new day dawns watching the infestation grow, before the widow's blinded eyes. There is no solitude amongst the crowd from the black widow's points of view.

As each sac hatches, a new widow mourns; everywhere spiders are fighting for their climb out of the hole stepping overheads with black thread-like legs in a silence that remains as they scatter across the earth and over the widows mourning remains. The black widows grow stronger as the passing bodies return to the dusty orders from whence they came.

They question each other on things they know nothing about but act towards each other as though they have understanding; they repay the black widows evil for good leaving their souls forlorn. When their husbands lived in ill, they put on sackcloth and humbled themselves with fasting. When their prayers returned to them unanswered they went about their mourning and bowed their heads in grief as though weeping for each other. Now they gather in glee for the year of each husband passing, while the black widows gnash their teeth maliciously mocking rescue that will never come to an order of nature that is part of the black widows natural custom for the males when they are done nesting.

The spiders live quietly in the land while gaping at the mourning widows as though they were saying “Aha! Aha with our own eyes we have seen your husband’s rotting corpses and remains from the climbing in and out of graves.”

One drinks coffee from the same cup every morning, one does not. One cries while doing her morning dishes, remembering the times that were spent washing them together; her husband standing right beside her until the morning she got the call; the rest don’t care what time it is at all! Meanwhile somewhere across town sits a woman with where the beginning begins.

“Look my husband he lives, (she points in his direction in the other room away from the kitchen and the table where she sits with her hands wrapped around the mug that she sips her morning coffee from.) all I wish for is mine's passing, yet here in the same town around this time every year, those women gather together as though to celebrate the passing of theirs. What can I do in what I witness them mourn that I would only rejoice in if I could reach the same mourning freedom?” To leave a husband is to shame oneself; to leave one's husband is to say what is wrong with the woman, that she cannot achieve satisfaction of in her job? Marriage a job? What about her, the freedom she mourns for, the longing to know what is beyond the borders of this place, a world she wishes to see up close not from a television, or a small theatre screen or the books she reads constantly to escape the inside of a house where she sits at a kitchen table sipping coffee from a mug that her hands are wrapped around, barely hiding her thoughts as she points in the direction of what she wishes there was a way to trade the difference of for those that live just on the other side of town, who celebrates every year they gather together for wanting back what she cannot make gone?

What is it a woman can do to free herself; of the absurdity that a man is free to divorce and marry again and again and again, but a woman should she want to quit something that no longer excites her, challenges her, offers her any reason or purpose to stay where she is because if she left without a reason that makes no sense to all who surround her in a place where everyone knows everyone's going's on they then would chatter to one another, whisper leaning into each other’s ears as they share to the one they talk to what they are thinking as they see the woman who walks alone rejoicing over the freedom that no man walks beside as she crosses the street through the middle of town?

She sees how they look at her, and knows that it is she they speak of as she turns and celebrates her singleness without explanation of her position the ones who mourn on her behalf because of their belief that it is better to be with one than without, (a husband). Oh, how she pictures in her mind this vision she sees time and again when she wakes and goes downstairs to sit at that table in the kitchen to sip at her morning coffee watching the days remain the same. Each one passing as the mourning widows crawl amongst the place as no one sees them or the danger that is with them for each step they take looking for their next feast amongst the graves in a place that quickly stopped being foreign to them upon the season in which they arrived from whence it was, therein which they came to someplace most of those who roam where they now are have never been or think about.

This those morning, morning widows rejoice in the freedom of as their number grows amongst the dead surrounded by the people of this town, who live in this place, with such a growing odor; the decay these morning widows grow used to as they make their new homes here with the time that has been granted them to place themselves in preparation for the fight amongst the living widows and the people of this place that awaits them very shortly to come! The number of them all, to devour the place that is before them, is almost done and the spiders look forward with excitement to see what the time that befalls them will spring.

While every day remains the same for this ONE woman amongst the Mourners that live and gather at the same time in the same ways every year across town as she thinks to herself sitting at that kitchen table sipping at coffee in a mug her hands surround wondering what she can do to join them? What is it a woman can do to free herself; of the absurdity that a man is free to divorce and marry again and again and again, but a woman should she want to quit something that no longer excites her, challenges her, offers her any reason or purpose to stay where she is any longer for what it is he denies her, or at least what she believes he does not wish to give, because if she left without a reason that makes no sense to all who surround her in a place where everyone knows everyone's going's on they then would chatter to one another, whisper leaning into each other’s ears as they share with the one they talk to what they are thinking as they see the woman who walks alone rejoicing over the freedom that no man walks beside as she crosses the street, through the middle of town?

The woman who mourns her husband every time she goes to do dishes, remembering the time together they shared doing them. Some days he'd wash, and she'd dry, and some days she'd wash and he'd dry, they would splash water on each other, and he would put bubbles on her nose that he would bring to her face from the sink. She would receive them happily with a grand smile upon her face and such love in her eyes when she looked at him. WHO KNEW that after they got married they would have such a short time together only so many years before the accident...

Now she dreads having to do them as the reoccurring nightmare of the phone call and the picture in her mind of his last minutes of life crosses it. She can only think to phone one of the others whose husbands are also gone, who have much more mourning experience in dealing with the passing of the ones they too have lost. What is she to do if she can't stop the nightmares or the things she thinks she sees on her walls when she lies alone in the very bed they shared together in the same house for the time that they were wed? Children? No time for children, for there wasn't enough time before he was taken from her reminded of this she is, every month around the same time. Each wife consoles the one who needs it most through this period, as it differs for the widows who were once wives who have got children from the man they lost whom they loved most in the world that is now gone.

“It's alright my dear,” one say's to the other over the phone! “I'm right here, cry if you need to, you can get through you know we are all here for you during these days. It's hard living in the same house as he when it was only so short a time ago that he was also there filling the house with life, and the children oh the children; well that too will be gone before too long, in a way you can count your blessings that you are not amongst those of us mourner's with children and no man coming home at the end of each workday.”

The woman replied with a Thank-you as she wiped away the tears thinking yes, how much ever harder it would be to look at life they made together that she'd have to care for without him now and got off the phone after having this brief conversation with one of the other mourning widows. She then wafted through the empty hallways away from the kitchen and the mornings where she sits sipping her coffee from the mugs she drinks from and went up the stairs to the room where her bedroom is, deciding that taking a shower might soothe her and help her feel better, she heads over to her dresser and opens the drawer in front of her and shuffles through it looking for the things she needs and then closes it gently and heads to the bathroom; then shuts the door.

Now somewhere just beginning is the taking of a first house, un-benounced to the woman in the shower, the images she thinks she sees on the walls, the shadows, the moving darkness, the things that are very real come out from behind the places in which they hide, and their many and quick black thread like legs take them about the room. Some scamper up the wall, some find their way under the bed, some find their way to the closet. Not too many as of yet, so if the woman unsuspecting were to discover these black widows that roam in quiet amongst her, (whose shadows indeed move in the night upon the things the woman in her slumber doth believe she is just imagining, understanding memories of her childhood which now secure her in the night as an adult to not fear what her state of slumber see's shadows of as she falls into her sleep as she lay there in her bed) she could indeed still fight to take back this first house.

But these Widows with no mourning in them have no fear and scurry about with not a care or concern of this WOMAN living STILL as they manipulate and prepare the surroundings for the next nesting and feast's to come. Every ONE matters' for these female widow spider's all things must be in order and done just right so that every hatching is succeeding, reaching the progress of the world these black widows are designing to fit the end of theirs and pass on to the next, each one stronger and braver and more important than the black widow's before them, but ALL with the same design in their black widow spider minds for the New World to come in this First house and the graveyard in which they all scurry to and from!

Incidentally speaking, it should be shared the story of the husband of the most recent widow's mourning. To the outside it looked as though everything was moving forward in a normal course, (her reason for not being concerned of his state, condition, or location was this; for he had only spoken with her on that day so many very times before its end, after all, they were newlyweds and still in the stage of Nesting which refers to them never having enough of each other, entranced by the love spell that befalls them daily.) but somewhere on his drive home, as it were something happened, there was a sudden bump and his car began to swerve he quickly grabbed hard at the wheel to take back as much control as he could have; slowly he brought the car to a stop safely (or so he thought) on the shoulder of the road. There he put the car in park and turned the engine off for safety, he was even so cautious to look in his left mirror before opening his door to the traffic that could be coming to see that there was none for the moment. After opening the door he stepped out and closed it behind him and started walking toward the location in which the bump occurred, quickly he could see that he had a most obvious flat tire.

With a sigh of relief learning that, that was all the issue was, he was happy to note that for a change he did indeed have a spare tire. Based on his location from town, however, he knew there was no access or way of phoning his bride to inform her of his lateness. But he was sure it should not take him so long to fix the problem on his own.

He unlocked the trunk with the keys he had in his hand since removing them from the ignition when turning off the engine, for his obvious suspicions as he was getting out of the car; there inside the trunk where the tools and the tire he would need, wasting no time he removed everything and put it out around the car near the tire that was in need of changing. There was enough sunlight still (or so he thought) as he got down on the ground near the tire to begin working on it, placing the lift so he could remove the bolts; while working a few cars passed but none stopped assuming they could see that he was taking care of the matter, while on the ground placing the lift, something black with thread-like legs quietly crawled from the bushes on the other side of the car and with no sound entered in the pant leg of the man who had no chance at all. It said in the police report that his body had been dragged in the dark about 500 meters by a car that did not see him at that time in the hypnotizing silence of the clear nights’ view.

What reason a car should be so close to the shoulder to be able to catch the man lying dead already from a bite that took no more than 20 minutes to kill him,(the police or his newly widowed bride will never know?) A state of silence he had no way of screaming out to anyone from, because of how quickly the poison began its spread across the organs within him taking away his voice as he began to gasp before that spider withdrew after completing its task and wandering away back into the trees and bushes from where it came; too, of course, do the same die in silence in a place where no one would find the spiders' remains.

The Husband was dragged by a car going fast enough that the mangled body left no signs for an autopsy to be suspicious of their possibly being any other cause that rendered him to such demise. So therein that first town that slowly fills with guests that come from far away, that no residents there are aware of the first victim fell to the plans of the mourning widows phase. The widowed bride who was quickly comforted by the others as the story was told on the news was then left with the dreaded re-occurring image that her husband was dragged for a distance down a road completely alive. She would wake in sweats tormented by how this would feel and left to wonder how anyone could be so self- absorbed to not know for so long of this great tragedy that they have done. The bumps like her husband’s flat tire would only proceed to give it away? But alas the black widows have left her mourning indeed with the rest of her days to think of this matter over and over and over again without coming to rest upon an answer that makes the most sense to her brain. A suspicion she is correct about that time threatens her with the little strangers that surround her saying to this end you will not find the answer because of the plan that has begun to place itself around the dead and living in this town!

Chapter 2

The First Spider Seen!

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They lay their hatchlings among the cracks & crevices; the floors and the walls. As each nest full grows, they spread out amongst the homes of the humans where the Black morning widows left them all. The males now crawling over beds & across walls, in the middle of the afternoon; a resident of one dwelling finally sees a male menacing and with one quick move grabs a booklet and slams it once ‘Bam’ over where that one spider was spotted moving. This first spider spotting, ‘now’ rendered dead; suddenly poured an eerie silence over the room, the resident was overcome with chills; covered in shivers it was made clear the weather would now be changing, over the death of that first spider scene! (seen). Every morning, mourning widow mourns a man that lived once. A constant reminder each new day of a man that’s missing from their bed; that said… they do a walkabout each one taking steps in time of a period that never leaves their minds. A love for a man that does not die, as they live, to mourn after they outgrew the time of cries; each in their own way, Lives with the mourning brides through the pictures on the walls, through the anniversaries, gatherings, and food that’s shared between wives about lives.

Now in amongst the mourners, are the spiders telling their tale and what it’s like trying to cut down on how many of each new sac are born male. What kind of mourning is this when they (the black widow spiders) cannot live in black widow spider bliss, none mourning what the mourning widows miss? Each new sac of males born enjoying their black widow bliss, outnumbering the females they cannot help but miss; each morning they run around without any to lay their eyes on because of where they’ve been left to live. In the house with the humans where they hide to stay alive and how death for many of those residents is their only black widow escape. But the males they are friends, and this thought is dismal to them. For all it is to them is the obvious sacrifice of life by a certain number of them. So their number grows as they hide inside, putting off what they cannot stand thinking is the only answer because of what the black widow females whom they’d love to see again have done to their otherwise wonderful black widow spider world!

It was a rainy day when the call came in. Another body was found, cause of death unknown. The coroner thought … “How odd, that I should suddenly have work to do?” Being used to deaths from old age as her primary source of work, which dutifully kept her employed. “Two deaths, not related to old age or even to each other?” she thought with her breath saying those last words. These accidents merely weeks apart. “Well there is no sense in wasting any time I should get a move on going to view this body; won’t be able to make a proper assessment without examining the whole scene!” Knowing what cops are like especially in smaller towns where not a whole lot of things go on, mostly in this town cops get called to the bars dealing with drunken brawls, for affairs having taken place and where one or both guilty parties have been caught red-handed (so to speak). The odd time police will get calls to corner stores, and the grocer’s to deal with theft issues, (mostly under ager’s) kids from the poor side of town, the ones whose parents can’t really afford to give them allowance or buy them treats much.

Usually seeing the police a few times knocks sense into them… understanding they don’t want criminal records. But every now and then an older child will slip through the law and go on to be a harder criminal. This is usually related to bank machine robberies, or the liquor store and gas bars. So life in this town overall has been rather predictable, for the last 50 years or so, not much outside the ordinary has really happened; but one thing remains the same whether a traditional crime scene or a new one developing like the one the coroner was on her way to go see… it’s that the police like to mess with the scene of a crime that requires her expertise.

The police all too often fail to understand that in order to know how to properly handle such crime scenes that it takes a higher education, more learning, than a grade 12 education which is all the average small-town officer has. True they are taught what basics they need to know when dealing with being the first to arrive on any scene for, any call. But it is the coroner or forensics, or also the town detective that gets called in to further assess the evidence, damage, and scene of a crime as the general society very well already knows. This coroner knows her officer’s quite well and unfortunately, she has been blessed with the kind that behave like kids who never outgrew playing with that science kit they were first given in their youth that was essentially what made them decide to grow up and become an officer of the law in the end. In short, this meant that if she didn’t move quickly to get to where the call about the scene is from, by the time she gets there usually something has been moved or changed around; making her job a trite more difficult to do.

So only moments after getting the call with the details along with the address, the coroner slipped on her coroner’s jacket then walked over to one of her tables where she proceeded to carefully go through her kit to be sure everything she needed was in it; before closing the case. Then she flipped up her handle, got a good grip on it, and with one lift began her journey toward the door which exits her office; stopping only to grab her keys sitting where she always puts them when she comes into her office, so she need never wonder where she’s left them. When you do this kind of job it’s easy to become distracted, and things that are less important can be easily forgotten that and age kicking in. When heading into your forties one notices their memory isn’t as good as it used to be!

As she turned off the lights to her office and shut the door and stuck the key in to lock it, she thought briefly before heading to her car, “Time to eat more carrots!”

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A few days later the summer heat in swell brought flies and other bugs amongst the dwellings where the male spiders hid well. The spiders noticed that food was about and that it might be time for them to roam the house room to room building webs to catch some prey. One male spider having not grown so big yet was in a sitting room or someplace that looked to be like an office, he was crawling across the wall focused on his lunch, there was this fairly big black juicy fly on which he’d like to munch; the fly paying no attention was having a great time flying around the room landing now and again getting used to the view not too concerned for the moment about returning to the outside world! When into the room like whiplash, came a mouse with one of the residents of the house following quickly after it. The resident of the dwelling red in the face from running quickly stammered, “I’l l l I’ll get you yet, you, you can be sure of it I won’t be having any vermin in my home.” The resident now squatting to look under the bed and then checking behind the dresser and from there the closet, not even slightly aware of the life and activities that were happening before entering the room!

The male spider stunned by the human activity in the room became afraid, fear froze him into place hoping he would not be noticed where he was stationed on the wall. The smart fly took this opportunity to make fun of the situation, he flew in close to where the spider was posed in place on the wall and started buzzing right up close and around it, he even went so far as to stand in place in front of the spider right there on the wall. The fly somehow understood that the spider was afraid of the guy who was searching through things in the room and recognized this to be funny. The fly left the wall and flew to the other side of the spider who was now of course agitated that he could not web his lunch; having only a split second to make a decision he abruptly turned his body quickly in the direction of the fly and spewed out some webbing from his underside right at the face of the fly, the fly now covered, quickly started to wriggle and struggle hard, to release himself from this awkward dilemma he now found HIMSELF in.

While the spider was happy about his obvious future not paying attention to anything but his immense gratification for having landed the juicy fly he came out of the crevices of the house to take a chance on catching this guy, the man in the room had stopped looking at the ground for the brown mouse and changed his focus to now looking around the whole room. He spotted the spider and the fly, shook his head and said “This is not a good day for me; I have spiders and flies in my home too.” Shaking his head he looks down at his rising foot and reaches with his hand for his shoe and pulls it off his foot. With the shoe gripped tightly in his hand he re-focuses on the wall; the spider was now pleasantly depleting the fly of its life. When the man got about halfway toward where the spider was struggling with how to move his juicy morsel to safety away from the human, the spider thinking of the human turned to look at the man’s location. Startled by what he could see the spider began to panic, the man was moving in his direction, the spider looked at his prey and looked back at the human and realized he didn’t have much time to come up with a solution. If he let’s go of his well wrapped juicy, dead but still warm fly it would fall to the ground and he may never see the likes of it again. Refocusing on the man after having managed to get a few feet closer to the closet in which he originally hailed from, he understood suddenly his struggle to get away from the human with his food was futile for the human was moving at a much faster rate than he. The man was only seconds away from slamming that shoe against the spider and fly, splattering them onto the wall together.

But when the spider saw that hand with the shoe rise toward him he did something the human was not expecting, the spider dropped his prey and pushed off the wall with his legs, and leapt into the air right in the man’s direction. Seconds later the not fully grown spider had a good hold and position on the man’s neck and without wasting any of the precious time he had left before the human’s empty hand would be swatting at him there; the male spider took the biggest bite he could on the human’s neck and released ALL the VENOM he had for his age and size into the man. Sure enough, as guessed right while the poison was finding its way into the human’s body the hand of the man ferociously swat at the spider on his neck, but instead of hitting it dead on and killing it, the man wound up only causing the spider to be flung from his body, the spider happy to be free of the person sent his web-shooting up to the ceiling, and once it was in place the spider quickly drew himself up to a height that the human could not reach him at. Looking down he could see an angry man staring up at him, the man’s hand was on his neck where the spider had bit and before staying long enough to witness what was about to happen the male spider re-focused in the direction in which he originally came to the room thru and quickly began to scurry his thin sharp black legs toward that hole in the wall inside the closet in the corner above the top shelf!

The man in the house the spider bit runs frantically from the room with his hand on his neck in the location of the spider bite, quickly racing down the stairs to the kitchen, stopping only for a minute looking at the phone and car keys unsure of whether he should phone for an ambulance instead? The man judging by how he felt grabbed for his keys and decided to take himself to emergency, (save himself the ambulance bill) he then heads to the door and leaves his house.

The coroner finally arrived on scene, a little area of the highway just outside of town. There she saw the car and about 500 yards away a body lying on the side of the road. Cones and blinking lights were in place marking the scene so passing motorists and residents would know to stay clear of the area. With her car safely parked off the road on the opposite side of the crime scene, she removed the keys from the ignition and put them in her pocket, then turned to the passenger seat where you could see this big box-like container with a handle taking her right hand she grabs the big case, with the other hand opening the door she carefully gets out of the car and closes the door behind her.

Looking at what was ahead of her she realized this might not seem to be as simple as the flat tire on the car suggests. She walks over to the officer's car stationed on-site near the body. The officer smiled at her and unrolled his window she looked at him and said, “Has anything been touched or moved?” The officer replies, “No Mame not this time we’ve learned that when it comes to a crime scene of yours to stay clear of such transactions, we respect you and the job you do and understand it is hard enough… that you don’t need us, lowly officers, always tampering with your evidence, etc.

I can remember the last earful you gave us and I advised my partner that we should want to stay clear of this happening again most especially when regarding this situation. This is not one of the ordinary cases like we usually get, so there might be something more important than usual for you to discover and that should be left to you to find!” Hearing these encouraging words made the coroner smile. Then she spoke saying, “I am so glad to hear those words from you, proves the little bit of Mothering I’m given you boys when I give you one of my lectures might just be paying off! I am going to go look at the body first, to estimate time of death first before looking at the car and where we can all work together to try and figure out why the body is so far away from the car.”

The officer replied while nodding his head up and down, “Yes Mame that sounds like the right plan to me as well, I will radio back to my partner who’s stationed near the car.” The coroner said thank nodded her head once and walked over to the body. Looking around for a place to put her kit down, finding a spot she liked her coroners kit finally found itself in place to begin its job on this case! Lisa could see that rigor mortis had set in, by the stiffness of the man’s body, the mild odor that’s begun to come forward as well as the color of his skin and lips. The victim has clearly been dead for more than 12 hrs. The law says Adults are not considered missing till after 48 hrs but lucky for this man the town being as small as it is police were able to come looking for him shortly after his wife put in the call stating that he never arrived home, after they had spoken a half dozen times or so over the phone throughout his day as he traveled.

No other reports had been phoned in when police had taken matters into their own hands and started driving out of town in the opposite direction this woman’s husband would have been heading in. It’s not too busy on the highway after you drive a certain distance out so it would not be so unusual for no other motorists to have passed at all from the time of the event till they finally arrived on scene finding him and his car about 25 miles outside of town.

One of the officers even noted this fact by saying to his partner, “You know it’s possible the car that dragged this poor man to where we see him laying away from his car could very well have been the last car to pass, which really makes this incident a case of really bad luck for this Joe!” The officer driving now trying to figure out where to park their police cruiser nodded his head in agreement! The coroner gave the body a once over and could not find any open fractures… but she knew based on the distance he was dragged she expected to find internal bleeding and a more detailed account of what his body had been put through in that drag race with the car that dropped him where she now kneels next to him! But for the moment under the circumstances of the event, the body didn’t overall look too bad, so there was that glimmer of hope the man didn’t suffer too badly before he died. But the fact of the matter is he is dead and she as the coroner needs to discover why and that won’t happen until she gets this body onto an autopsy table back at the coroner’s office!

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Now back on the other side of town, the man with the spider bite, while driving began suffering symptoms making it difficult for him to focus and drive. He was sweating across his forehead, his eyes were watering and blurring, his hand were feeling cold and clammy and his mouth and lips felt dry and his body was beginning to shake and shiver. He managed to keep control of his car and slow it down enough to not miss the entrance into the hospital emergency area. But before he could park his car anywhere he came to a complete stop, his foot on the edge of the gas pedal while driving slowly through the emergency zone slipped from its place and the car came to a complete stop. His head came barreling forward as he passed out and slammed against the horn in the middle of the steering wheel. People walking outside witnessing what happened came running over to the car, one said to another…

“Quick go inside and get help from the emergency department.” That said, 2 people remaining at the car went to either side of the car checking the doors to see if any were unlocked to gain quick access to the man inside the running car. On the 3rd try, the person on the passenger side said, “Got it we’re in luck!” The back door behind the front passenger side was open. “I will unlock the driver’s door.” The person standing outside meanwhile was wondering whether or not this car had automatic anything or if his car just really needed some work done on it? lol

No matter lucky for this man a door was unlocked, breaking the window would have been messy and likely cut his head or face. As the driver's door was being unlocked 2 nurses quickly came out of the hospital with a stretcher and raced to the car. The person already at the car now had the door open and was working to get their arms placed comfortably around the unconscious man to move him onto the stretcher. The other person assisting the scene was now on the same side of the car and moved in to grab the lower half of the man in the car. As the nurses put the brakes on the stretcher and held it in place one of them began to ask questions. “Could you please tell me everything you witnessed?”

Once the man was safely placed onto the stretcher, the 2 people who worked together to rescue the unconscious victim explained everything they saw right up to where the nurses arrived. The 2nd nurse said, “So then basically neither of them no what’s wrong with this man.” The first nurse nodded in agreement thanks to the 2 people that helped and said they had things under control from here. Once securely in place on the stretcher, they pushed it back inside the hospital. The car for the moment (now shut off) wasn’t really in the way of other vehicles passing through it somehow it came to a stop in a reasonable location for other motorists so dealing with the car could wait. Priority was to first find out what is wrong with the man and see if there is ANYTHING they can do to help him? The stretcher was quickly housed in an empty spot in one of the bays in the emergency ward and a young male Dr. came over to speak with the nurses. “What’s the story with this man?” The nurse on the teal uniform said, “Witnesses saw him pass out as his car came to a stop outside, his head hit the steering wheel, that’s all they really knew. On the way in I noted his skin is cold and clammy, and he is sweating pretty hard as well.”

The Dr. asked her to step out of his way and he began to exam the man, looking at the mark left from the steering wheel on his forehead and looking down from there, just a matter of seconds passed when he saw the strange little wound on his neck, very clearly inflamed and red. He was quick to turn to the nurses and said, “This man has been bitten by something, based on what I am looking at my educated guess is that it was a spider.” The nurse on the other side of the stretcher who had been busy getting the man’s heart rate, IV, and heart monitor in place looked quizzically at the Dr. “But we don’t have any kind of exotic, or poisonous spiders around here? Never in all my years of living in Gravenhurst have I ever heard of or seen of a spider bite occurrence? Are we even equipped for finding out what kind of poison it is and treat him with the right anti-venom serum?” The Dr. looking at her as puzzled as she said, “Well we are going to have to be because we are his only chance for living.

It’s quite possible someone came into town from the desert where poisoned spiders do live. It’s also not unheard of that people keep deadly spiders as pets, and that the spider got free and this poor guy got the butt of the joke, which of course is not so funny, maybe it was his spider? Gravenhurst isn’t that big of a town if someone from here took a trip to some other part of the world where there are a lot of deadly critters roaming about it shouldn’t be that hard to find out, with the help of the police. In the meantime, I need EVERY SPIDER TEST known to mankind that we can run a test on him for done as quickly as possible.” The nurses shook their heads in agreement. The one in the teal uniform asked the Dr. before he walked away… “But is there anything that you can think of that we can do for him in the meantime?” The Dr. stopped dead in his tracks from the direction he was heading in and turned back before saying… “I’ve never in all my years had to deal with something like this, but now that you got me to thinking about the question, I am going to suggest something a little Un-orthodox here.

Give him some Ephedrine, weightlifters use it from the health food stores with aspirin before working out it helps to keep them energized and from the muscles becoming too sore and cramped thus allowing them to work out longer. Also, ephedrine can help fight things like the severe flu, causing a person to recover much faster with it than without. With this in mind, we might be able to get him conscious again so that we can ask him what happened for ourselves.” With that, he went back to tending with other emergency patients, while the 2 nurses looked at each other with a strange look on their faces understanding the Dr. just asked them to administer a legal form of speed to the unconscious man in front of them. “Well if it revives him even if only for a time so we can speak to him then I am game. I mean if we don’t try he is only going to get worse, so on that note, it has to be worth the shot. And since you are on that side of him do you want to see if you can remove any fluid from the spider bite, any chance of reducing how much poison gets into him is our number one way of helping this man RIGHT NOW!” The nurse staring at his bite said, “I’m already on it!” The other nurse went to put the orders for the test in and answered with… “Dam we make a good team!” as she continued to the nurses' desk!

Sample material of a suspense/thriller/horror story I'm working on! Thanks for reading along, Keep your eyes peeled for so much more still yet to come! TY! The Writer! :-) http://futureproductionsonline.com/index.html