lunch time

Christian writing from the point of view of an object or a place.

I could feel the scales all over by form. And then the eyes, fangs and the spine coming into place. The next thing I knew I wasn’t in Aaron’s hand any more.

I was slithering on the floor with all these other snakes looking at me expecting me to do something. All I could feel was the growing hunger that was filling my new belly. So I had lunch.

Exodus 7:8-12

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