Snake Charmer
Our next story comes from Geoffrey Levon.
Amir laid his mat and wicker basket on sandy earth. Squatting, the bonyhands lifting the lid. The bustling market place opened attentively. His pipe droned seductively, the cobra emerged. Man’s gaze met Serpent’s glare, the charming rhythm impeccable. Beautiful Amrita slithered into his thoughts, his focus faltering. Amateur mistake, the snake struck in victory.
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Mary Ellen, this is a wonderful story, worthy of being published in one of the 55 word anthologies. The character’s state of mind is beautifully presented with the literary metaphor of the Hatter’s tea party which, itself, is perfectly interupted by the Red Queen’s apt phrase. It is worthy of at least three thumbs up.
P.S. I would give it a different title… something more appropos to the chaos going on in the character’s mind, or, perhaps to the metaphor itself