There 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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My snake is much prettier and much less scary. One phraes rings in my head when I read this.
“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I…” You catch my drift?
Oh, the snake whisperer! Nice.
I’m with Dayner on this. No way am I getting that close.
This kind of creeped me out and invoked some pretty powerful imagery at the same time. What kind of person puts thier face in striking range of those deadly fangs!
Is this part of your story????
Yeah, as a matter of fact it is part of the story. I did the FF 55 as an incentive for today’s writing.
I’m terrified of heights, so there’s no freaking way I would ever be out on a rock ledge with an earthworm, let alone a rattlesnake.
What kind of person goes rock climbing?
Dayner, I’ll be with you on that cold day before I …. either.
I like the notion of the snake whisperer. Thanks!