Write a piece about a snake buying a pair of gloves
“I so don’t need these ones,” the man muttered excitedly. Dressed all black, with yellow accents, he looked like something out of a dream. A dream turned nightmare, for some, as half of his face was covered in yellowish green scales.
He turned to the merchant, a pleasant smile on his face as he held up the bright yellow gloves with his own tattered ones.
The merchant eyed him warily, then sneered. “For you, snake, ten gold.”
It was pricey, and he knew that it was an attempt to discourage him, but he smiled, fangs glinting in the lamp’s dim light as he pulled ten gold coins from his purse without batting an eye.
“You’re so helpful, sir, thank you,” he crowed, triumphantly taking the gloves and leaving.
Almost immediately, he changed out the old pair with the new, relishing in the soft feel. They were silk, a welcome material for the scales on his hands.
“I hate these.” It was said with a loving tone. To anyone else, he must’ve seemed crazy, but he was cursed to speak in lies, just as he was cursed with the scales of a snake. Fitting, he supposed.
Enough dwelling. He stood up straighter, a smile on his face as he thought about going home to his loving partners, eager to show them his new find.
As he headed towards the cozy hut he called home, he began to whistle a tune, a song long forgotten. If someone had told him five years ago he’d be with someone who loved him the way he was, he would have scoffed.
But as he opened the door to see his cherished four, he would have smiled and told the person that he already knew.
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