Tuesday, June 05, 2007
New Beginning 287
Amber light glowed from an open window in the back of the shack, and from the rear deck a small dock floated with the rise and fall of the tide. Waist deep in the brackish water, I listened for voices as I advanced but all I heard was thousands of frogs in full riot.
I held my Glock at shoulder level, sliding from tree to tree and trying not to stumble on the roots. I stopped to take inventory of my surroundings. Pale beams of moonlight cut through the trees and made silver designs on the water. Two dark bumps on the surface caught my attention, about ten feet to my left, and it took a moment before I recognized them as the eyes of an alligator. By the length of its snout I knew it was large, and it was pointed in my direction not moving. I stood still and held my breath, waiting to see if the monster was going to stir. It seemed to be sizing me up.
Just as I decided I should breathe again, the gator dropped beneath the surface and vanished. Now I was a statue. A frog could have hopped onto my gun and spit in my eye and I wouldn’t have blinked. Time hung like a crooked picture.
Lloyd Greasemeister covered his mouth to stifle his laugh and peeked through his miniblinds again. "Do it once more!" he said.
Gary eased the joystick of the remote control up, and the mechanical alligator reappeared. The kid dropped his toy Glock as he ran, screaming, out of the pond. His friends followed.
Lloyd smoothed the blinds with a satisfied sigh. "That should keep those little turds out of my pond for a while."
Opening: Wonderwood.....Continuation: Anonymous