“We could sit there?” She points tentatively at a cafe table facing the busy market square.
“No.”
He heads for their usual unpopulated corner. Following obediently, she glimpses a hanging cobweb. At its centre, a desiccated corpse spins slowly.
She watches him suck his drink dry and plans her escape.
Viv Burgess wrote this story.
I love it, my only suggestion is that final line….I would have loved to see it say:
“She watches him suck his drink dry, begins unraveling the web.