The whole world seemed to hold its breath. A calm fell across the ocean, silencing the whispering waves and the crying gulls.
The waters around her were dark grey; murky and gloomy. She knew that the aquatic tranquillity was false – a temporary peace.
She trod the water, suspended between two ticks in time. The instant before had revealed a flash of black and white, a beady eye, a fin slicing the glassy waves. Then the depths had reclaimed it.
Her mind’s eye told her what was next: the strike from below, the eyes rolled white, a row of teeth.
Due to my busy schedule, this was written after the closure of last week’s CarrotRanch prompt, ‘interlude’. I had an idea for the theme, so I thought I’d write it and share it nonetheless!