Too Cold for Black Widows

By Stefon Mears

Portland, Oregon. A beautiful city, with a dark underside. Few suspect what monsters lie waiting in its shadows. Or its light rail tunnels…

Derrick, in his best blue suit. Still clutching a dozen roses. Nursing a freshly shattered heart.

Derek, riding on a MAX train to terror.

“Too Cold for Black Widows” – a chilling descent into horror at the edge of madness. If you like your monsters scary, don’t miss this short story! From Stefon Mears, author of The House on Cedar Street and The Right Kind of Stake.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thousand Faces Publishing
• Release date: May 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386791508

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Too Cold for Black Widows

Too Cold for Black Widows

Stefon Mears

Thousand Faces Publishing

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The MAX car was as empty as Derrick’s heart.

That thought alone made him slump onto a seat just inside the sliding door. A bright blue padded seat. Bright yellow pipe handrails, too, everywhere someone might need to stand. So cheerful it looked like a light rail car designed by Ronald McDonald.

Usually the comparison would have picked Derrick up. He still got a little thrill out of his weekly visits to McDonald’s. A Big Mac with cheese, fries, and a Coke, exactly once a week. A tradition started by his father as a way to celebrate Little League victories and commiserate after losses, but when the season ended they kept on going.

But that was back in the Bay Area. Might as well have been another life.

In this life, Derrick was twenty-six years old and all alone in a MAX car at ten o’clock on a cool, May Saturday night. Wrinkling the dark blue silk suit that was supposed to impress Darlene. Pale blue silk tie for the occasion. He’d even bought new, shiny black shoes and a matching belt.

What a waste.

And the shoes pinched and squeaked.

He wished the car would start moving already. He just wanted to go home.

All but forgotten in his hand hung the dozen red roses he was going to surprise Darlene