Eve walked the meadow each morning, her eyes scanning the damp ground. Wildflowers swayed in the breeze as a nearby brook babbled over smoothed stones. The land opened its arms, nourishing the quiet cattle grazing there.
She remembered her youth, tumbling barefoot through tall grass, chasing fluttering, multicolored butterflies.
Now, thinking only of avoiding a misstep, she missed the bloom of the flowering dogwood—and the snake, curled silent and patient around its low-hanging branch.
Author’s Notes:
Flash fiction contest entry. Results due in 10 days.
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