She stared at the blood on her hands.
She had taken a life.
She looked up at her mother, who told her it was time to go.
Time to go before it was too late.
She took a napkin, wiped at the blood.
Out! Out damned spot!
She looked up at her mother, who was slamming the door closed.
Her mother didn’t care.
She had just taken a life, and her mother was concerned about leaving more than the actual cleanup.
She wiped the last spot of blood on her left hand, started cleaning the right.
That’s when she noticed another spider on her hand.
Her mother opened the door,
“Honey. We have to leave NOW. The candy shop won’t be open much longer.”