Venom

Connectivity here at the beach is considerably more troublesome than in previous years. Here are a quick couple of updates; more as and when I have time and opportunity.

It all started with a snake. The snake. The first snake. Beautiful, in its way. Like snakes are. It bit a woman, and she got poisonous. Not poisoned. Poisonous. The trick with the snake's venom, see, is that there's always enough to kill you. Always enough. The only way not to die is to share it around.

I tell you this so you'll know why I'm doing this. I want you to know what'll happen if I don't. I've seen. You get... sick. Real sick. You don't want that. I want you to understand. You're gonna need to know, after.

The White Serpent

It slid through the traffic like a knife. Other vehicles slid out of the way, muttering to themselves in the language of cars, nudging their drivers to be slow, be silent, and avoid its gaze. They knew, in the manner of animals and gods, what it was, and they wanted no part of it.

The slender limousine, pale as bone, slipped along the road. Its tires made no sound. He was close by, the one it sought, but he was always close by. He would have his death, sooner or later. In the meantime, there was always some to spare...