Here’s my second go at an r/fantasyWriters Microfiction challenge. This time the prompt was “Snake”
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He removed the three spotted mamba’s jaw from the jar with care, handing it off to his apprentice.
“Now watch, as the venom activates the potion,” he grinned, then downed the glowing liquid.
“Um, hypothetically, what would happen with a four spotted mamba’s venom, master?”
His eyes widened. “Oh, damn.”
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I definitely feel like I’m edging towards the gimmicky with these, but they do amuse me. Maybe next time I’ll play it a little straighter.
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