Its web was backlit by the sun streaming in, making the woman shade her eyes as she looked up at it from the bed below.
She hated spiders. She rolled over and tried to pick up the cup of water on the bare concrete floor, spilling most of it on the floor in the process. She curled up into a ball on the bed and the tears started. Again.
She looked up, seeing the spider on its strand of silk, falling rapidly towards the bed. Towards her.
Suddenly huge, with gnashing teeth.
She pulled the covers over her head and screamed.
No one would come.
She hoped no one would come.
It was better when they didn’t come, in spite of the spiders.
As you will recall from my first lesson, last week I learned to use a saw to cut shapes out of sheet metal. I made…a…dealie. It looks like this:
No, I don’t know what it is. I think it is supposed to be abstract. It looks vaguely dog like.
On Tuesday night, we made charms. Or dog tags. We cut things out and learned to emboss and engrave them. And make rivets. It involved hammering and drilling and cutting.