All that remained of the hill was the portion in the middle. Right over us. Like a multi-headed serpent, guarding or waiting to strike.
When the floods are over, if it is still standing, they will bring it down. No serpent, no god can survive the #onslaught of man.
#vss365
from my short story 'The Third Night':
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2019/04/the-third-night.html
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