Her hands were damp, she wiped them on her jeans. She chewed her bottom lip, sucking alomst all of it into her mouth. thought the day was warm, she felt the cool breeze reach her skin. She shivered.
She tried to call out, but her voice died. Her breath moved the leaves. The tiny spiders scattered; tiny, tiny feet gripped the webs and ran, each to it's own strand. So small, so tiny, so evil.
She fainted. crumpled to the stoned pathway.
The spiders froze. The one dropped, spun a faint line and dropped to the ground. It hit the stones and ran to the body, dragging it's line behind it. Then another dropped, and third.
Soon all two hundred of them were climbing the body, strong silk glued to her skin.
The cluster above them felt the movement, heard the excitement. One spider dropped to investigate. Then another.
