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The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry von Nunez, Mark Alberto Yoder (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 01.04.2016
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry

The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry is a collection of short stories and poetry with some aphorisms and humor that is the first published, literary work of Mark Alberto Yoder Nunez in his own book. This book includes creative non-fiction stories and fiction stories. Mark is not bound by any genre of literature and this work includes stories of childhood, romance, adventure, mystery and horror. Mark is experimental in his non-fiction work and includes a story that is exact reportage of a dream. Mark's poetic writings are sentimental, romantic, political and philosophical. In his aphorisms and humor Mark likes to share wisdom and be on the lighter side as well. The best way to describe the uniqueness of this collection of creative writing is to say that Mark likes to explore social commentary and be original and contemporary. This book includes original artwork, illustrations and photography by the author.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 200
    Erscheinungsdatum: 01.04.2016
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781483567563
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 3625kBytes
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The Spider Lady and Other Short Stories and Poetry

The Spider Lady I was a young cab driver, twenty-eight years old, and had been driving taxi for a year in town when I became acquainted with a woman of about fifty years of age. She was a taxi customer. She called for deliveries of beer and cigarettes. Invariably when I got this call it was in the late afternoon when I was first starting my shift and it was still sunny out. She would come to her open front door with the screen door closed which she pushed open. Then she would take the merchandise in the brown, paper bag. She had her check book handy and wrote out the check for the merchandise, delivery charge and a gratuity. Normally taxi drivers don't take checks but the veteran cab drivers and dispatchers assured me that her checks were always good. I noticed that when I got the call and went to deliver the goods it was always still daylight but when I turned away from her front door to go back to my taxi the night had fallen and it was dark. An older, sedan car was always in her driveway and except for the paint being slightly dull it seemed in almost mint condition. I would pull my taxi into the driveway behind the car. I walked up the three concrete steps and along the concrete slab, front porch that ran along the front of the house until it came to her front door under the overhanging roof with the trellises of vines along this narrow corridor. She would appear at the screen door and open it to take the beer and cigarettes and pay me. One day when she appeared at the door and it was already getting slightly dark she stood facing me and she was wearing a see-through, sheer black top. She definitely looked about fifty years old and was a plain looking woman but her breasts looked surprisingly firm, big and good. When she opened the screen door with her checkbook and pen in her hand instead of putting the paper bag aside as usual she bent down very slowly in front of me to place the paper sack on the floor. She said so she could write her check. As she was bending down slowly in front of me her large, firm breasts hung down low behind the black sheer. She slowly rose to stand facing me again, a smile on her face. I smiled back at her. She wrote out the check for the merchandise and delivery fee. She obviously wanted me to look at her firm, large breasts. When she gave me the check she then bent down slowly in front of me to lift the bag up. Then she slowly stood back up in front of me. She seemed to want to keep talking to me but I thanked her and left. Once again it had grown quite dark out. As usual it was a warm evening. It was always a warm evening when I made these deliveries. The next time I brought her delivery the events were exactly the same. I pulled into the driveway behind the car that never seemed to be moved from its spot. Yet it had no weeds growing beneath it, no cobwebs. It was never dirty and seemed well maintained. With the middle class, stucco home in a neighborhood where property values had greatly increased everything seemed quite respectable. Once again, as it seemed suddenly to start growing dark she was leaning over in front of me, breasts naked behind the black, sheer, bending down to lower the sack of goods with her large breasts hanging down in front of me. Then she slowly rose to face me to write out the check. The next time I got this order things went differently. It was a little earlier in the afternoon. There wasn't the feeling that it would get dark soon. When she came to the door she was dressed normally, average for her age and she seemed rather plain looking I thought. She invited me in to sit down on a couch that was beneath the front, living room window. It faced inward into the room and I waited while she went to get her checkbook. Sunshine seemed to be spilling everywhere from the front window and the back window of the living room opposite me that faced out into the garden in the back yard. As I sat on the

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