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23rd February
posted by amber

Worse Than a Shark Bite

Something bit me when I was just about to come out of the ocean – something big. A large dark shape glided away in the roiling surf, between me and the shore, so I paused to try to figure out what had happened and what I should do.

I noticed that all up and down the beach, people in the waves were crying out, “Ouch!” and “What the hell was that?” As they stumbled onto land through the cresting waves, no one on the beach came to their assistance because everyone on the sand was walking in the same direction in a lurching lock step, paying no attention to the wounded ones in the water.

And the wounded ones, once they reached the sand, no longer clutched one hand to their injury and one towards expected but unlikely succour; instead they joined the zombie march. Every once in a while, one of the walkers would spot a snorkeller or swimmer returning from the deeps and dive in, lurking in the surf break to catch them as they transitioned from water to land.

My blood stained the turquoise sea to magenta, yet my mind was still my own. What foul metamorphosis would consume me then the air contacted my wound?

And how long could I stay in the water?

The Story 365 project is a year-long marathon of short story writing, with a new story for every day of the year and posted on this website from May 1, 2011 – April 30, 2012. Stories must be a minimum of 200 words. Please help me by adding first line or topic suggestions in the Comment section of any story. If you’d like me to use your name in a story, I’d be happy to do that.

This story was inspired by ‘true events’ in the Turks and Caicos during my recent vacation…

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