Cedar Stormchaser – p.5

June 26, 2012 at 7:51 pm 1 comment

Cedar shook his head. “I have never seen you before, you have never whispered in my ear, I’d remember.”

The snake hissed and its tiny eyes glistened. “Perhapsss it isss good that you don’t remember…” It swayed as it held Cedar’s gaze. The storm continued to rage. “Ssso you won’t remember the sssuggestion I make to you now.”

Cedar felt his eyes closing, his head spinning, and he thought he would fall over and sleep on the spot. He heard the snake hissing, or speaking, he wasn’t sure which. Suddenly he could hear his grandmother’s voice in his head, yelling at him for something he’d done wrong. He wondered what it was, and it hurt his head to think. The snake’s voice kept trying to drown her out. She yelled again, saying she didn’t believe him, he was not telling the truth. He put his hands over his ears and shouted, “I didn’t lie, grandmother! I swear it on my father’s grave!”

The snake lurched forward as if to strike him, but disappeared just before it reached Cedar’s face.

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  • 1. Craig T. Adams  |  June 26, 2012 at 8:03 pm

    Wow! What was in those Corn Cakes Grandma gave him? 🙂

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