Tuesday, July 19, 2022

MUD TRACKS


Follow the mud tracks, Susan shouted 

to Annie as she pointed to the 

vinyl covered floor.  They both tiptoed 

and whipped their heads side to side searching 

for the uninvited visitor.

It’s got to be here.  I saw it as 

it slid over the threshold, she said.

Right there! screamed a panicky Annie.

Snake!

                                            -Linda Hoagland

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