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Snakeskin Boots

from The Beyonders by The Beyonders

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He yanked on the boots. Sweat dripped from his face, stinging his eyes and darkening his shirt. He couldn’t even feel his feet any more.

The scales on them shimmered in the fading sunlight as he fought to remove his feet, bending and stretching the snakeskin that had been so meticulously and masterfully sewn together. It looked like they were alive. The garish taxadermied snake heads attached to the toes stared up at him blankly, taunting him.

Exhausted, he gave up and flopped on his back. His thoughts were swimming, and his hands were starting to get numb from pulling so hard for so long. What were his options here?

He remembered his hunting knife stashed in his truck. He would just have to cut them off.

As he walked to the truck, his knees kept buckling, his legs bending in strange ways that should have hurt. Maybe he’d dislocated something. His hands were weak as they opened the car door and grabbed the knife from the glove box. The long, clean blade glinted.

Sitting with his back against the wheel, he laboriously pulled a foot up so he could reach it. As he did, his leg flopped to the ground like a well-cooked noodle, like his bones just weren’t there any more. Something was wrong. Could an ambulance even make it out here?

His fingers weren’t bending any more, so he sandwiched the knife in his palms and stabbed. A blinding pain ran up his leg. He must have stabbed too hard. He could see blood starting to pool around the knife. He sawed his hands back and forth, trying to cut the snakeskin off. Every time he moved the knife, a new wave of pain shot through his body. He gritted his teeth, but finally he couldn’t take it any more. He collapsed back against the tire, and as he watched in horror the snakeskin slowly mended itself, closing the long gash and ejecting the knife cleanly to the ground beside him.

He tried to reach for the knife again but he couldn’t move his arm. He looked over at it. The skin on his arm was...patterned. Scaly.

It shimmered in the fading sunlight.

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from The Beyonders, released September 26, 2016

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