Thrown Down For The Wild Snakes

He was thrown into the chasm, the first to be thrown in there.

He gritted his teeth as he landed on two legs, and limped, holding one knee like he smashed that leg on something hard.

But the leg has no shoe. The other leg still has. It was not yet dark.

He saw a brief plank and sat on it, on the grasses, his back on the base of the coarse wall of the structure called house.

He was tired and his back was in pain.

He felt his chest pocket and unbuttoned it.

He lit his cigarette, his back still wedged against the coarse wall, and his eyes were closed. If he had no cigarettes in his pocket, he would have died.

He kept smoking one stick after another until he dropped himself down, lying on the plank but folded his knees, his one leg still in the one shoe.

He felt protected by it.

When he jumped awake, it was night. " God! Oh God...!" he was shaking, thanking God.

The snake did not move fast even with the jump and stagger.

It crawled over his neck and now moving silently and slowl