I saw death on the pavement, and nobody even slowed down.
Just a crushed grass snake, its body flattened into the concrete like it had never mattered at all.
But that’s where the story begins, not where it ends. Because then the sightings started. Balconies. Basements. Children’s play areas.
I kept thinking about that small, broken body on the sidewalk, how it lay there like a warning no one wanted to read.
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