Flash Fiction 55

rattlerThere was no way back off the rock ledge.
“Only one thing’s gonna work now, Reed. We gotta spook him.”
Reed groaned. “You have got to be kidding.”
“Just watch,” Libby said as she lowered her face, slowly, until she was just inches from the rattler’s head, its fangs. She blew softly and called it by name.

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