So she walked into with cunning intent. Here’s a woman, capable of handling a large snake–cold steel truly, her heart!
She being the sister, and wife of Mr. Harry Moore. Harry served time, picked axed by his son, yet very much alive–he had been up for homicide–Harry that is.
His son, misunderstood.
Harry’s sister whom was his wife could walk that place without the snake doing her harm–somewhat of a wonder, you’d say, especially because the snake was quite venomous.
What to do? What to do with the place? How to arrange it?
The name’s are fictious and the story, imagined–a disturbing imagery as I lull myself to sleep.
–Keven Jung Young Wm James Tolstoy Sanchez Hong,
in honor of Edgar Allan Poe