Spider Man Garbage Can Novels & Stories

We were parked in an alley three blocks from Moretti Tower. We had "acquired" a City Waste Management truck. (Giovanni had politely asked the driver to take a nap in our SUV, handcuffed to the steering wheel). Lorenzo stood in the back of the garbage truck. The smell was indescribable. Rotting food, old coffee, and wet cardboard. He was holding three blue coveralls. "Put these on," he ordered. I took the suit. It was stained with grease. "This is a new low," I muttered, pulling the suit over my red dress. "From poker in a slaughterhouse to swimming in garbage."

Paula immediately started cursing, "What a lousy mall! All these gift boxes, but there's nothing inside! If you can't afford to do it right, don't hold events at all! Cheap bastards." Paula angrily stomped on the gift boxes several times. Oliver looked disappointed too, but he still wouldn't give up as he said, "Don't worry, Mom, there's still one last box. Maybe all the good stuff is in this final one." Paula finally opened the last box. In my previous life and in my dying memories, the last box contained a spider with an hourglass pattern on its belly that crawled onto Paula's hand. I'd seen that kind of spider on the news before. It's called a Black Widow. They loved dark, warm environmen