I think it was a warm stormy night. Or was it? I could see my breath, it shown brightly among the streets' cars lights. I slipped my sandals on and opened the screen door, it creaked loudly, I noticed all of the moths fluttering around the spider webs, they had no chance, they were stuck. I patted my shirt pocket as to check for my Newports, oh yeah, I don't and can't smoke, that shit might have given me cancer, did you know you can take old butts and soak them in water and use that water as an insecticide?
"Who are you asking?" she said. I half turned my head toward her and said," the spiders, can you hear them they're talking?" She furled up her brow and walked back into the house avoiding my inane question. "Well, I can hear them, I hear them good and they say they have heard that before, so there" I said. Feeling a breeze about my neck it gave me the goose pimples reminding me of that dreaded question the doctors kept asking me,"Do you feel any chills?" Does the pope drive a fresh Cadillac. of course I get chills sometimes, should I buy a Snuggie.
The flag on the mailbox looked like someone had bent it sideways, I walked towards it to investigate.
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