The Sunday Whirl – Snake Oil

His raspy breath spilled out in a low hiss, typical of his snakelike appearance. He admired himself in the restroom mirror before returning to the sales floor. He felt pleased in his hidden role as the fairy of greed that had torn families apart. He was prevalent during seasons requiring gifts. A yellowing flush poured over him in an aura only he could see. A fake smile then planted as he transformed into a man, bluff of a holiday helper in sales of overpriced jewelry. So vulnerable were these humans, thinking they would be safe with expensive gifts, their lovers soothed for indiscretions.


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