Serpent
14.7.11 by I.R.
He peers clandestinely into the window from his vantage point outside the house.
The woman sleeps peacefully, oblivious to his lurking, brooding presence. Overcome with adrenaline, he begins to sweat profusely. His heart palpitates, and his breathing turns uncoordinated. With convulsive hands, he attempts to pry the window upward to allow access into the bedroom.
The window jerks upward. The woman rests unperturbed; her almond-shaped eyes remain closed with delicate force; her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair flows casually. Her skin is angelically pale though blemished.
The woman sleeps peacefully, oblivious to his lurking, brooding presence. Overcome with adrenaline, he begins to sweat profusely. His heart palpitates, and his breathing turns uncoordinated. With convulsive hands, he attempts to pry the window upward to allow access into the bedroom.
The window jerks upward. The woman rests unperturbed; her almond-shaped eyes remain closed with delicate force; her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair flows casually. Her skin is angelically pale though blemished.
The man is old, withering and emaciated. His thick, wavy grey coloured hair runs to his shoulder. His skin is, saggy and wrinkled.
He reaches into his ragged coat for a mauve-coloured pouch, laced tightly at its opening with leather string. The string is abruptly undone and the gold mist is aggrandized into his palm. Accumulating every measure of his stamina, the man breathes in deeply (with a concurrent wheezing noise) and exhales forcefully with his mouth puckered directly behind the lump of mist.
