You have no idea how thrilled I am to be in audio, to be one of the “strange authors” bringing strange stories to strange listeners, such as yourself. Sure, I’ve got the text below, but you should take the time to listen – Norm did a great job with the audio. (There’s a single synonym for poop before my story, FYI.)
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She offers to wash my clothes, and her hair’s scales slide across my skin.
“No,” I say. We stand on the porch of our… her place. I look out over the lawn. The apartment key is in my hand. I remind myself that I am leaving her.
“I could make dinner,” she says. Another snake winds around my leg, smelling of chili. “You could crash here.” This snake holds my neck, smelling of sex.
I see her hair, the snakes, reflected in the windows.
Her hair turns me. I meet my girlfriend’s gaze.
The apartment key clatters on the ground.