Nostalgia
The little green creature lay flat. His fragile frame on the limb. Disguised by its foliage. He is at rest; at peace. I approach. No! I did not know he was there. His hue changes; he extends his tongue. I draw closer. He lifts his head. He hisses; he slithers. Now he darts off. He negotiates the... Sign in to see full entry.