The Poisonous Drink — Pt.8
I had unwittingly zoned out of our conversation for several minutes, utterly horrified, while Elle babbled away about her most recent disastrous dates. For reasons I could not understand, she didn’t share my sentiments and seemed only intrigued by the spider. Her eyes glazed over, transfixed. We both stared at it in silence, me frozen in fear and her in wonder.
Then, Elle pointed her index finger and slowly reached out towards the Black Widow.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?!” I shrieked. My stomach plummeted as I lunged forward to smack her hand away, only to realize I was too late.