I am mournful for it, the long twisted legs of the spider still balanced on its dilapidated web, I wish it was more than it's hollowed shell to keep me company.
Already I can see the edge of the broken window frosting over, chilling the spider's corpse, and still I wait in my dreary shelter.
Finally I hear the low, muffled rumble of a car engine approaching, and headlights materialize under the stone arch.
Fog shrouds the windows of the car so I can't see inside, there is only the half dusk light to illuminate my sanctuary.
The car rolls to a halt not sixteen feet from me , the first thing I see is a crimson stiletto dangling from a slight, fish-netted leg, and a black fan fluttering by a rosy cheek.
A sharp, humid, wind picks up bringing salty tears to my eyes, and I quickly brush them away before my clients advance towards me.
The patter of rain that had been steadily swelling had reached its climax, and was now pounding away at the black wool trench coat shrouding the woman.
At last my contact emerged from his capsule, toting his boyish copper hair, ignoring his companion.
His complexion struck me as grey and dough like, with a spattering of misplaced freckles along his hollowing cheek bones, his sharp green eyes were really the only place of interest on his face.
I give out a muffled deep cough and pretend to put a cigarette out with my foot, a mundane gesture for the purpose of putting my companions at ease.
He walks at me with the frightening casualness of most sociopaths I know, his warm grin giving me nothing but chills.