Charlie thought he had given a rousing speech; actually, most sane people considered it babbling or some demonic rap only his followers understood. Leaning on the unfurled birch bark, leaving an imprint on my skin, it reminded me to straighten up or continue to be uncomfortable. I took a long sip from my water bottle, thoughts of wishing to be exiled swirling in my head, and my hands wringing with disgust at this scene before me. The chirping of sparrows in the brush piped up; presumably, they detected the danger in the slot of the pallet where the snake appeared.
I Write Her 
Great short story.
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A very creative story! One day at a time is all any of us have. One never knows when the snake will appear!
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Very true! :) Thanks for reading, Dwight.
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Good job! I love seeing where our minds lead us in solving the puzzle of the conjoined words. Mine took me in a completely different direction. Nothing new in that! I enjoyed your story. Good job getting the bark in!
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Thank you so much, Judy! I agree, it’s amazing how the creativity plays out. Glad you liked it. lol I really wasn’t sure how I would get that word in, but eventually it came. :)
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Very interesting story Susi
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Glad you liked it, Sadje! Thanks!
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You’re welcome my friend
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