The motion was subtle but unmistakable—a faint vibration, a slow shift. My stomach tightened, and my heart began to race. The kitchen suddenly felt too quiet, too small. I leaned closer, watching as the object made tiny, deliberate movements, as if trying to escape.
With trembling hands, I lifted part of the bag for a better look. That was when reality hit. It wasn’t plastic or string. It was alive. I could see the faint outline of scales, a small curved head, and the cautious movement of a tiny, harmless snake. Continue reading…
