Sansarya

Memories of My Own 'It must be up here', she thought. Mum was a compulsive collector of all things, even of things she would rather not talk about. She climbed the steep, narrow stairs and opened the door. There it was. The attic: a room full of memories, dust, useless things, and probably filled with some spiders, too.  Lydia tried not to think too much about that. She had always been afraid of spiders and she hoped that none would be hidden somewhere.   She turned on the light, but the lamp did not immediately respond. It flickered a couple of times before giving off a yellowish glow. Lydia looked at the lamp and noticed a spider ha