One Girl One - Anaconda

The anaconda had already turned away, sliding into the undergrowth like a slow green river returning to its banks. The path to the well was clear.

She did the only thing she could. She sat down. One Girl One Anaconda

Mira stood up. One inch at a time. She picked up her water pot, empty but whole. She took a step to the left, around the snake’s loosening coil. The anaconda’s tail twitched, but the head remained still, watching. The anaconda had already turned away, sliding into