by Brendan Gerad O'Brien
From the collection Dreamin’ Dreams; A humourous short story in 3,170 words.
We called him Spider. With his long legs and gangly arms he actually looked like a spider too, but to me, seeing him sideways on with his tongue hanging out, he looked more like a zipper on a crumpled old anorak.
But that didn’t mean he was soft. When the moment came, Spider could be as vicious as any mad black widow ..