The snake’s hiss reaches me on the overpass and the rain stops. It looks good now; the fear reaches further into my heart. I can hear the snake curl around the overpass, tighter and tighter, and it cracks slightly under the strain. Its eyes watch me, and I stand forever, under their gaze. I still stand there, and the world moves round us both, a constant rhythm that keeps in its centre our perfect stillness.
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