Stop tickling me

‘Tom.’

Fingers were lightly tickling Jane’s shoulder.

‘Nnnnner.’

‘Tom, I’m sleeping.’

‘Hmmmm.’

‘Pack it in!’

‘I’m not doing anything.’

‘I need to sleep.’

‘I was sleeping.’

‘You’re tickling me.’

‘I’m facing away from you.’

‘Then who’s tickling my back?’

‘Nobody.’

‘Well, something is. Get the light.’

‘Go to sleep.’

‘Just get the bloody light will you.’

 Tom switched on a lamp and turned towards his wife.

‘Oh fuck, don’t move.’

‘What do you mean, oh fuck?’

‘Spider.’

‘Get it off me.’

‘I’m not going anywhere near that thing. It’s huge.’

‘Tom!’

‘It’s a tarantula!’

‘Tom. Get. It. Off. Me. Now.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.