Recluse
By Scott Dilworth Johnson
I haven't left my house in 24 years. No one has entered, nor ever will. Food and supplies are delivered to my airlock once a month. Windows, walls, foundation - all hermetically sealed.
Yet she got in, and nested under my bed.
And now a greenish-black patch of necrotic flesh has blossomed where she bit my hand.
I will slowly die a dreadful death. With some perverse pleasure in knowing that my killer was a Brown Recluse spider.
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Scott Dilworth Johnson lives in the Piedmont region of North Carolina. He holds a B.A. in English from the University of Pennsylvania, and makes his living as a software developer. When not writing code, Scott might be running, hiking, taking photos or working on a short story. He has short stories published or forthcoming in Short, Fast and Deadly, Eclectic Flash, Weirdyear and others.
By Scott Dilworth Johnson
I haven't left my house in 24 years. No one has entered, nor ever will. Food and supplies are delivered to my airlock once a month. Windows, walls, foundation - all hermetically sealed.
Yet she got in, and nested under my bed.
And now a greenish-black patch of necrotic flesh has blossomed where she bit my hand.
I will slowly die a dreadful death. With some perverse pleasure in knowing that my killer was a Brown Recluse spider.
- - -
Scott Dilworth Johnson lives in the Piedmont region of North Carolina. He holds a B.A. in English from the University of Pennsylvania, and makes his living as a software developer. When not writing code, Scott might be running, hiking, taking photos or working on a short story. He has short stories published or forthcoming in Short, Fast and Deadly, Eclectic Flash, Weirdyear and others.
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