The Eyes Of A Snake

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The Eyes Of A Snake

I couldn’t say what it was that made me notice her. Perhaps it was simply due to the small crowd that she had already attracted. At that time I only assumed the figure to be female; the person that stood with head bowed beneath the hood of an over-sized sweatshirt could equally have been a boy.

No, I thought, as I watched some more. It was a girl or a woman, for no boy of that size would have retained that stillness, that composure, for so long. I had to wonder what had made her stop in the middle of the town square and do whatever it was she was doing. There were so many places where she could have remained unobserved; she would have been left to get on with it. The middle of the square was not one of those.

A group of youths came pushing and tumbling out of one of the bars. Surely she would sense the danger they posed, because they had felt her pull in just the same way as I had, only their response was not to simply watch. They sauntered over towards her, began circling like wolves with their prey, drawing that bit closer with every revolution that they made. She seemed oblivious, but I knew she couldn’t be. By ignoring them it was like she was waving a red flag in front of a bull.

One of the youths, the boldest so probably the leader moved that bit closer and bumped into her. She staggered back a step, then regained her footing, not letting her head lift.

Some kind of... IDIOT?” The last word was shouted directly at her.

There were murmurs from the other onlookers. I was about to shout out and confront them but this youth didn’t give me a chance.

Any of you know who she is?” He looked around, and I saw several heads shake. “Any of you know what she’s doing?”

Silence, apart from the shuffling of feet.

Well, in that case I guess none of you are going to object to me finding out.”

Speak up,’ I told myself. My mouth went dry and I could not force the words from my lips. I stepped forward.

What are you doing, girlie?” he said, ramming into her side. She stood her ground. “Answer me when I ask you a question. Are you stupid?”

Several of the by-standers began to move away. Cowards, I thought, not wanting to step in if needed. But then I thought was I much better? I might have stayed but so far I had not lifted a finger to help her.

Leave her alone,” I said. “She’s not doing any harm.”

A bad move on my part, for at a nod of the guy’s head, two of his friends moved to stand either side of me.

What’s it to you? Know her, do you?”

No, but...”

And how do you know she’s not doing any harm? Perhaps she’s some kind of witch. Are you a witch?” The youth stood in front of her, reached out his arms and forcibly lifted her head. I went to step forward but his mates gripped my arms, held me in place.

I saw skin, smooth, unmarked. Lips curved up into a smile. And I saw the glint of eyes that chilled me to the bone, for those eyes were not human but belonged in a reptile. Snake eyes: that’s what she had.

As her head lifted, her hood fell back, exposing hair that writhed and slithered and lashed out at him. He began to cry out, but was silenced, as her eyes held his own, along with those of everyone else that had gathered.

I wouldn’t look. Even when I became aware of the unnatural silence and stillness as those held by her gaze became petrified. Medusa; that was all I could think of. But this was 2020, mythological beings didn’t exist, did they?

Slowly I moved one of my feet backwards, hoping that she would not notice the movement. Just a couple of steps back and then I could turn... run. I wouldn’t look at her. I... WOULD... NOT... LOOK!

And I didn’t. If I had of done I would have seen the snake that writhed towards me then suddenly coiled itself around my neck, dragging me right into her personal space. Still, I did not look into those snake eyes of hers, but there was no way that I could avoid her venomous tongue.

 

 


Submitted: December 17, 2020

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Mike S.

Scales of excellent, Hull--have no idea what that means!

Thu, December 17th, 2020 6:59pm

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Haha! Thanks, Mike!

Sun, December 27th, 2020 5:43am

AdamCarlton

Poor targeting indeed. It's meant to be the bullies! And your Medusa seems to have diversified her weapon systems...

Thu, December 17th, 2020 7:07pm

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She has had to evolve a bit to be strong enough in modern times :) Thanks, Adam.

Sun, December 27th, 2020 5:42am

Joe Stuart

That was most unkind of the snake lady, having a go at the one person who tried to help her. Never trust a monster, that's what I say.

Thu, December 17th, 2020 8:48pm

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Haha! Thanks, Joe.

Sun, December 27th, 2020 5:38am

Mark A George

When you have a terrifying snake girl and a group of bullies, it is hard to know who to root for. I was rooting for the snake girl, until...

Sat, December 19th, 2020 9:20pm

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Haha!A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do! Thanks, Mark.

Tue, December 22nd, 2020 10:34am

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