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
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
