Travis Trapper, world-renowned monster hunter, stood on the deck of the sailboat, cursing. All around him, equipment blinked and bleeped and glowed. A vast array of sensors dipped into the water. The screen on the $150,000 detector gear showed nothing.
“Nothing!” spat Travis. “All the data we collected proved that sea monsters live in this lake. I should see something!”
“Maybe they’re hiding?” offered his assistant, Morgan.
“How would they know to hide? They would have to know we were coming. They couldn’t. They’re just dumb animals.”
At the other end of the lake, hidden within sunken debris, two lake monsters waited. Shylka shuddered, saying, “I hate that Travis Trapper!”
“Me too,” said her mate, Shim. “Not to worry. He’ll give up soon.”
“He wouldn’t be looking for us if you hadn’t eaten that U.S. Senator.”
“That was a mistake,” admitted Shim, patting her affectionately with his 3-meter flipper. “He tasted rotten!”
“Still, I think you must be psychic,” she noted.
“How could you know Trapper was coming?”
“That’s the easy part,” grinned Shim. He held up his waterproof Galaxy S-9 cellphone. “Travis always posts his next move on Facebook. See? I gave his post a ‘Like!’ ”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/01/29/sunday-photo-fiction-january-29th-2017/