Trespassers Will Be........

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 12, 2017

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Trespassers Will Be.......

 

You might not realize it but right now you are trespassing on my turf. I’ve been patient. I’ve watched you straying further and further onto my patch; have given you plenty of chances to turn back. Ignoring my consideration, you’ve not taken advantage of one of them so I’m well within my rights to mete out punishment.

 

You’ve not noticed me. That much is obvious. I am floating in the water, barely moving an inch. The only part of me visible if you look directly at me now – my eyes. Every other part of me is submerged. You......you are really pushing your luck now!

 

I’m going to move but I’m going to take it slowly. I will look like nothing more threatening than a dead floating branch; a piece of wood littering the river. So long as I keep my approach steady there will be barely any tell-tale ripples in the water. I don’t believe either of you have spotted me. This whole thing is going to be almost too easy.

 

Is that a boat you are about to push into the water? If so, it is a sad apology for one. Just a single lash of my tail and it would be in pieces and you’d both be in the water with me. So now you have presented me with a difficult decision. Shall I make my attack while you are still on land? I could amaze you with the speed my short legs will let me travel at. Or I could wait and tip you into the river. There your floundering would make my task of tearing you limb from limb so much easier.

 

Today must be my lucky day as you have decided to present me with an opportunity to do both. One of you sits in the boat while the other pushes it into the water from the riverbank. Unbelievable! I am right next to you and neither of you have seen me. And I’m up on the bank, snapping and grasping and ripping and tearing – relishing the screams in stereo – almost before you know what is happening.

 

One of you is silent now, as the other thrashes around in the water, trying to propel the boat forwards and getting nowhere fast. Shall I leave a survivor to spread my message? Nah......I’m an alligator, and not one to turn my back on the chance of such an easy feast.

 

If only I could write I could put up a sign -- ‘Trespassers Will Be Digested’ -- but I can’t so I’ll just wait patiently for my next banquet to make its appearance. I’m sure it won’t take long.

 


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