Snake in the face and walking carefree in the sun

Walking carefree in the sun, a false tumble leads to frightening danger.rnWalking was always a time when Charlotte felt relaxed. She was alone, the open countryside was unchallenging. The sun, even when beating down, was both comforting and company. rnThe rutted dirt road threw the heat back in her face so she moved off into the veldt.

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The once long grass was brown due to the summer drought, most of it flattened by the wind, aided by the brittle dry stems. She watched the flash of the hoopoe’s black and white striped wings as they looped around in pairs, caused by Charlotte’s entry into their territory; disturbing their foraging for insects hiding in the grass. rnShe stooped down to tighten the strap on her new sandals, they were a little too big for her. Gazing across the rolling veldt that seemed like a vast ocean, with low, slow rolling brown waves that seemed to go on for ever. Charlotte wondered if she would ever travel beyond the blue of the distant Drakensberg Mountains to some of the fascinating countries that she was learning about.rnAlmost mesmerised by the view, the shimmering heat haze that gave occasional mirages of large pools of water, and her accompanying thoughts; Charlotte tripped falling full length face down, slightly winded she opened her eyes. rnTerror hit her fast and hard. rnNot four feet from her face was the waving head of a rinkhals snake. rnIt was not just the proximity of the snake’s malevolent eyes that that terrorised her, but also that she was lying facing a cobra capable of spitting venom with an uncanny accuracy of up to twice that distance. Charlotte knew a lot about them, as they were viewed as the common local venomous snake. She closed her eyes, then put her hand to her face. What happened next was never in lesbian websites, lesbian authors seldom wrote about snakes.rnThe move unsettled the snake, it spat at Charlotte sending a trickle of venom down her hands and into the corner of her mouth. rnInvoluntary reaction made her lick at the venom, it tasted like rusty water. rnHer body was shaking with fear, but her mind seemed to be independently calm. rnThe venom was only dangerous in the bloodstream; so above all she must stay still, and avoid being bitten. How long she lay there shivering under the hot midday sun; she had no idea. Was it fifteen minutes or an hour. She peered carefully through her fingers. rnThe rinkhals was gone. Slowly, very slowly, she got up and ran for the safety of the road. rnShe fell like a sack of potatoes at the road side, half in and half out of the storm ditch. rnEmotion was now released and wave after wave of heaving sobs wracked her small body.rnLying there, her composure very slowly seeping back; she became aware of an approaching vehicle, the unrepaired exhaust system emitting a noise well above the permitted limit. rnA small two door pickup truck skidded to a halt beside Charlotte, the cloud of dust that had followed the truck fell around Charlotte and the emerging driver, choking both of them. rnWhen the air cleared Charlotte could see a tall pair of robust legs, wide hips, large jutting breasts with a dark tanned smiling face looking down at her. Bending down the driver reached forward; placing one arm around Charlotte’s back and the other under her knees. Lifting Charlotte easily into the bench seat in the front of the truck, she introduced herself. “My name is Sue-Ellen.” rnPlacing Charlotte gently down, Sue-Ellen closed the door and went round to take up her position behind the wheel. Charlotte began to cry quietly as the aftershock took over, shock as described in the best lesbian novels.