The snow brushed up against the window as the breath of the earth gasped. Delicate ice patterns traced across the clear canvas until it was frosted lace to view the world through. The cult of the Cobra lay coiled comfortably in the shabby chic living room. A crackling fire was well tended in the hearth. It was Tuesday, and Tuesdays are for backgammon. Karen had brought her famous Capri-Corn Salsa and Betty was trying a new recipe, Gemini Pie. One side was Key Lime and the other was Strawberry Rhubarb. If you didn’t slice just right the taste was… unexpected. Benny was just happy to have some people over to show off his decorating. He’d recently purchased a snakeskin sofa as a wink to his fellow cult members. He was disappointed in their reactions. Barely a meh between them. Judith refused to sit on it, calling is “sacrilegious” so she was perched on a reclaimed wood arm chair instead. She’d forget about her disdain within a month when she wears her new mink coat and doesn’t want it ruined by the rustic chair.
- snow brush
- cult of the cobra
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