Sunbeam Lair the wheezing cough of a smoker’s laugh

She just stood there and allowed the men to make their judgments.

Did…she need help?

No. She didn’t. The creature didn’t need touch of another. She was all she’d needed (a lie that tasted like ash on her tongue) and she flicked the half of her tail. She shuffled.

The creature that once was smiled a rattlesnake’s smile.

No, thank you. She said as politely as possible, before she preformed a quick turn and vanished into her shadows. Back to her small spaces, small gods, and small lives.

She’d never felt smaller.