Flash fiction by Pamela Schloesser Canepa at its best! Pamela is also one of our RAVE REVIEWS Book Club BOOK OF THE MONTH Jule, winners.
Photo credit, Kecia Sparlin.
I headed back to the yard with my garden hoe. I hate killing living things, but this bugger looked poisonous. He was further back in the brush.
“Sure, you keep your distance now.” I sat on the ground, sweating.
“You would too, Missssssssss.” His tongue darted out.
I jumped. “What?”
“Yesssss. It’ssss me. Come on, I am alwaysss judged by my outer cover, my ssscales sssso to sssspeak. It’sss not fair. All because of Hisssstory, mythology, whatever.”
“I’m sorry.” I looked at him through new eyes. It had to be a he, though who could tell?
“Yessss. Imagine what it’sss like. Way back when, Armadillo sslipped up. You know he’s a good candidate to stand for evil. But no, I defended him. I took the fall for him.”
He actually looked sad.
It seemed he’d started to trust me. He’d slithered out from the bush…
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