Crocodile coming

I’m stamping my feet on the shoreline to attract the attention of the crocodile. Its beady eyes plop under the water, it is stalking me.

I stamp again to ensure it knows where I am. It is coming, underwater, invisibly moving towards me.

I move closer to the shoreline to make sure. Here it comes, pounding out of the water, mouth gaping, teeth showing, my deserved ending.

It came down in front of me, snapping the dog at my feet and dragging it back into the water.

My heart’s pounding, my shock awakens, I was going to live after all.

2017-09-13T23:01:58+00:00 100 Word Stories, Rodney Goodall, Tension|

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