Tuesday, June 21, 2016

100 Words a Day 872

The great serpent wound its way up the massive tree. The beast’s large nostrils flared, seeking any warm pretty that might be about. Reflexively, I crouched lower behind the foliage I was peeking over. The snake stopped suddenly, as though it could detect my presence by some sixth sense. Its head moved back and forth, up and down, tongue lashing about. Eventually it resumed its ascent; its head disappeared among the leaves, followed slowly by the round body covered in bright green scales. Once its tapered tail had vanished I realized I had been holding my breath and exhaled loudly.

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