“I love my boots. I love my boots. I love my boots.” The mantra reiterates in my brain as I gingerly search for footholds amongst boulders and rubble. No track, but a creek bed.
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Tag: crocodiles
Eyeballing Paralysis
Thanks to the Drabble, here’s my published, (100 word) FF published piece…playing chicken with a crocodile!
Thanks for reading.
By Mel A. Rowe
Eyes unblinking. Wouldn’t dare. Couldn’t.
Lips trembled. Tongue bled in my mouth. Muscles rigid. Sweat rained in rivulets drenching my skin.
Shoes submerged in mud, oozing between my toes. My Fishing rod trembled in hand. Sounds of the river sloshed against the boat and the breeze snaked through trees, shadowed by a post-dawn sky.
I wasn’t alone.
Didn’t know, until it was too late.
Its foul stench. The elongated, armoured mass, camouflaged in mud. Cow-crushing jaws ajar. Cold merciless predatory eyes – staring.
It didn’t blink.
I didn’t blink.
I was playing chicken with a crocodile…
… and didn’t wanna play.
Dry Season Southerners
I live in the land of: beer; barbecues; 4wd’s; crocodiles; poisonous snakes; and deadly spiders. Once considered the last frontier. It’s tough. Rugged. Yet beautiful.
There’s two seasons, simply known as the Wet and the Dry.
For six months of the year we have Continue reading “Dry Season Southerners”
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