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Title: Snakes In the Grass
Challenge: [263] Bad Guys
Word Count: 100
Notes: I went through a few old drabbles this weekend, and this turned up. The original prompt for me was an old song by Jim Stafford called "Spiders and Snakes" - make of that what you will. As it is, I'm not used to writing such short pieces. It's definitely different.
He saw it his second time through. After all, it was easy to miss the snake’s dead body amongst the rest of the greenery (which was very much alive, and dangerous to boot).
Its head had been crushed. Boot heel, he guessed.
Well. When the time came, that sure as hell would not be him. He would make sure of it.
But until then...
He glanced once again at the small body, then provided a quick impromptu cremation – a favor for a fallen comrade, he supposed.
“Next time,” he murmured inaudibly as he left the deadly garden, “don’t get caught.”
Challenge: [263] Bad Guys
Word Count: 100
Notes: I went through a few old drabbles this weekend, and this turned up. The original prompt for me was an old song by Jim Stafford called "Spiders and Snakes" - make of that what you will. As it is, I'm not used to writing such short pieces. It's definitely different.
He saw it his second time through. After all, it was easy to miss the snake’s dead body amongst the rest of the greenery (which was very much alive, and dangerous to boot).
Its head had been crushed. Boot heel, he guessed.
Well. When the time came, that sure as hell would not be him. He would make sure of it.
But until then...
He glanced once again at the small body, then provided a quick impromptu cremation – a favor for a fallen comrade, he supposed.
“Next time,” he murmured inaudibly as he left the deadly garden, “don’t get caught.”
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Date: 2011-06-01 04:33 am (UTC)