SHORT STORY

                  -Why are the clouds so low?                   -I don't know, but it doesn't smell like rain.                   The sky is covered in heavy rolls of fast moving clouds. It's dark as if night is going to take over.                   -It looks like a boiling foam... ash?!                    I don't answer her.                                    The field is flat with grey grass. The color of the grass scares me, I sit on my knees to better see it. Can't tell ...

     The black spider with radiant evenly placed drops of white light stalks you. It's black, a silky black, no bigger than a tarantula. As soon as you close your eyes and go to sleep, it appears. First time you see it with your dream eyes. Sleep on your side, it's better that way . You think it's a dream, until it comes too close and the white light shines on your eye lids. You wake with panic and rapid movements, scared you are. But it's not there. You hope it never happens again. Now go to sleep.

                Always he tries to reach the coffin. To burry it . Not to upset the person inside. The universe throws challenges, many hilarious. What a nightmare.