SHARK - a story in less than 100 words

SHARK

“That shark’s head gives me the shivers,” Kirsten said, “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“We only want a quick snack,” Rick said, “You can sit with your back to it.”

He was lifting a toasted sandwich to his mouth when his hand froze and he turned a sickly shade of grey.

“What’s wrong?” Kirsten asked, but he could only point. She turned round to see the glass wall bulging, and powering towards them at full speed was an enormous shark.

There was no time even to scream.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers each week on her blog   https://rochellewisoff.com/  and to Dale Rogerson for the photo that prompted this week's stream of consciousness!  I am late on parade this week because last night I had the privilege of my granddaughter staying for a sleepover. She is four and a half - need I say more? <3