A tale of a Mermaid and her Brothers and the strange land they call home --
Friday, July 29, 2011
Stealth
We stood for a few minutes on the bank and silently stared down the gator whose heavy flat stare spoke of centuries' darkness. When his tail slapped the water, we blinked and watched him turn and glide away.
5 comments:
um, you weren't planning to go swimming I hope.
Yikes! My heart would be pounding out of my chest.
Um. Does this happen often?
Ah. You are in the real, deep south.
Enjoy!
such deep magic in those southern swamps. i remember locking eyes with a gator or two in lousiana.
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