The Shower always took a while to warm up in the mornings. Bonnie winced as she stepped in. Better than wasting water.
“Have you thought about it?” asked the serpent, wrapped around the shower head.
“Yes,” said Bonnie, lathering.
“Is that your answer, then, or...”
“No. No apples.”
The Snake pouted. “But power overwhelming...”
Bonnie squinted her eyes Shut and rinsed. “You said you’d leave, after.”
The snake rearranged its coils. “See, the thing with that is-“
“You lied.”
“Technically, I was prevaricating, but-“
Bonnie shut off the tap. “You could at least pony up for some of the rent.”
