Leaping into the cobalt blue, the cool Coral Sea surrounds me. I dump the last bit of air from my B.C. and sink to the bright reef below. The friendly reef sharks join me hoping for a handout I won't provide.
There toward the dark drop-off a darker shadow looms. A slowly cruising Tiger shark still swirls attention from everything else. She's seventeen feet of pelagic muscle and teeth.
Perhaps foolish, I swim alongside her. Her inner eyelid opens on my burbling image. Suddenly defecating, she swims swiftly off to the dark deep. I frightened her.
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Comments (16)
Holy...spit?
Hi Roy, just checking in on you. It's been quite some time since you published. And I've not seen you comment like you usually do. Hope your doing well ❤️
To think, this mere diver can frighten something so powerful! You've got some excellent imagery in this one!
That was a whole lotta story in a whole not lotta words! 🤯👏
That's a mean mug in the picture❗
You won this round, But she'll be back and guess who's breakfast? Awesome display of your writing skills, Roy!
oh crap! you did a sterling job getting such vivid descriptions in the word count limit! can't believe I wasn't already subscribed- I am now!
Thought provoking and vivid 😁 Good luck in the challenge 😁
Oh shit…
LOL! I am sooooo afraid of deep water. The ocean horrifies me beyond explanation. However, I love the concept that even an apex predator may fear us… since we, too, are unknown to them.
Roy your descriptive language was breath taking! I could vividly see the shark swimming along side you and feel the tension of thrill in my chest as you took me on this journey with you! So well done!
Well damn, I think I'd be on the same page as the shark, lol!! I loved the unexpected twist of the home-turf predator being unsettled in that scenario. Wonderful work :)
She knows humans are trouble. Great story.
Oh no, poor sharky. You made her poop herself 🤣🤣🤣
The tables turned! Good one Roy!
There are some bragging rights. Not only did you frighten a shark, you made it crap itself!