What do you fear? Heights? Spiders? Loved

What do you fear? Heights? Spiders? Loved ones dying? Loneliness? Well, I don't fear any of that anymore. I can't fear it, because it's already happened. When we lived in Colorado,

I was really lonely, so my parents bought me this huge spider that I named Ted. Ted was really hungry one day and decided to bite my mom, which caused an infection, so she died.

Which was really weird b/c the spider was supposed to be radioactive like in Spiderman and she should of turned into SpiderMom making her the first Mom super hero. I kind of feel

bad because the only real side effect was her desire to catch and eat moths at the lamp outside our backdoor at night. Oh, and she also ripped dad's head off after they made love.

There was silence as the two figures followed each other through the night sky. Darting back and forth with not a care in the world.

This was in 1979. And in 2016, they still hung out at the library but not following each other. One wrote books and felt unappreciated by the other, so they never spoke again.

To be sure they still lived lives outside the library. Both had married & raised families but it was their library time that defined them for each other. They would pass silently

like two barges in the sea at night. He took a tissue from his pocket and honked his nose loudly. A librarian sharply looked up at him from behind a tall wooden desk. There was

a creaking in the historic fiction stacks.A corsair silently passed through the reading room behind her.The first mate stood at the forepeak with scimitar raised.To be continued...