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I burst out of my egg, shattering the shell, and slither into the big, cold world. Warm hands are there to meet me. Human hands. They lift me up and let me share their heat. I am happy there.
The hands belong to an old man with tough, wrinkly skin. I soon learn that his name is Rashad. His arms and legs fascinate me, for I have nothing but a head, a body, and a tail. I am a snake, and I would not want to be anything else.
Rashad carries me with him wherever he journeys, from his bed on the floor to the roads where other humans ride unicorns or walk. He always keeps me warm, for I hate the cold, be-cause it makes me sluggish.
"King's Snake" by Jonathan Garner
Works by Jonathan Garner
"Don't Move" Splickety Magazine
"Freelance Drakky Hunter" Havok Magazine
"Heart of Stone" Havok Magazine
Untold Podcast 53 - "Earl King"
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