Snake-Eater

by T. Kingfisher

Let it go was such wonderful advice, as if she were clinging to the past with both hands and could set it down whenever she liked. God, if only.

But it was profoundly absurd that there were gods in her garden and that a roadrunner would turn out to be a frightening little dinosaur of a bird and that your best friends would turn out to be an elderly chicken lady and a Catholic priest.