Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction. Story begins after the photo.
Genre: Science Fiction/Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 149
“It’s just an animal, Gabe,” said Richard.
The Algonquin Indian, part of the river crane crew hauling bridge sections, shook his head. “You shouldn’t speak of A’quinata that way,” he replied. “You will make her angry.”
“Best thing we could do is kill the damned thing. Then we can be sure it won’t smash up this bridge once it’s finished.”
“Maybe we don’t need to fight A’quinata,” insisted Gabe. “Maybe she only desires an occasional sacrifice to show respect. Then we all live in happiness and harmony.”
“Well here’s your sacrifice.” He leaned over the railing and spat into the water.
“Don’t do that.”
“Oh yeah?” Richard leaned further and spat again.
It only took a gentle shove.
A reptilian head burst from the water and chomped into the flailing Richard. Gobbets of him dangling from it’s jaws, the creature watched Gabe. Gabe Standing Otter winked, and A’quinata winked back.
Each week, Alastair Forbes presents one of his own photographs, and we lucky souls get to write up to 150 words about it. More and more folks are joining the fun, so why don’t you? Join our creative minds write something as well. All are invited. Original writing prompt is here: http://alastairsphotofiction.wordpress.com/2013/07/28/photo-fiction-july-28th-2013/