Snakes and Ankles

I went through the blue door. It was the easiest color to choose. On the other side was a small garden, mostly well kept. A few snakes here and there. None too dangerous I believe. There was no place to sit though. I stood on a brick to keep my feet dry – for a couple of years. It was okay. The garden was enclosed in giant red walls. Strangely with no climbers or odd weeds like that. I was starting to tire. I sat on the brick, feet sunk in the garden flooded with water. A single headed snake came and gently coiled itself around my thinner ankle. It was a fat one, could have crushed my bones if it liked. I strangled it instead. It’s been a few years since, I have a dead snake around one ankle and a blue rose plant growing out of another.