Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Snake Charmer

“My right pinkie, I have stretched her 13 years,” Leeah said, but Monsieur Rousseau still looked mostly junglesick. Kevon peeped from behind the mangrove where he was hiding and gestured, “Sex it up!”
     “My flute, I alone have polished him, naked but for light of the Moon we call Snake,” perked Monsieur Rousseau right up. Kevon was choking back giggles, the bastard.
     Leeah applied the flute to her twitching lips and began a two-note semi-mambo. Kevon managed to release their pet pythons on cue. As Monsieur Rousseau began sketching, mesmerized, Kevon slipped behind him and began to raid his rucksack.

For other writings inspired by Henri Rousseau's The Snake Charmer, visit Magpie Tales.

23 comments:

  1. entertaining reflection on prompt:)

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  2. This made me smile! You had a surprising take on the prompt :)

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  3. Good take with a funny tone... Like it!

    JJRod'z

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  4. What a good giggle, Kathy! Thanks!
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  5. A delightful tale, Rousseau asked for it!

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  6. poor Rousseau, what companions
    well done

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  7. haha...this was a delight..thank you for the smile on a dreary monday...

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  8. So cold hearted of Kevon! He's the real snake here it seems! Great take on the prompt!

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  9. This is funny. Kevon's a real snake-in-the-grass!

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  10. Thanks for all your feedback, fellow Magpies!

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  11. Great feeling until Kevon began to rifle the poor old fellow's rucksack, the bastard!
    Now I will go see what you did to Romulus and Remus! Haha!

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