Barely discernible

CHEEK to cheek with a sleek snake, I
SMELT something few can smell: its
VENOM. The smell might be called weak,
SMALL, in the scale of things, even pip-squeak.

My father, not normally known for cuddling snakes, in a rare photo.

2 comments

    1. Yup. Long time ago, and not really what he would normally be doing, so a unique photo. Most of his time was spent playing – or thinking about – chess.

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