Thelonious kept seeing the snake grinning in at him through the windows. He even saw it coiled up on the back seat, waiting to strike. Suddenly he noticed stains the colour of rusty piss all down his white shirtfront. They hadn’t been there earlier. In fact, they hadn’t been there until that filthy creature had come near him. This was the last time he’d put himself in harm’s way for the sake of a few images. If he’d wanted to risk his life, he would’ve become a war photographer. At least it was more ennobling than being Sunday lunch for some spray-tanned preacher’s pet snake.
As he exited the dirt driveway, Thelonious saw the CHURCH SERVICE sign. The folding panel had been placed in the middle of the road. One lane was already half-blocked by a patrol car, making it impossible for two veh
