Barrow Fields Bramble shark

sobeille watched, her heart thrumming against her chest. the herd became a stampede -- and while seals on land could hardly be called graceful, they were strong, and they were more efficient than one suspected.

what would he do, sobeille wondered?

would his eyes be eclipsed by terror? would he freeze?

would he try anyway, to assail the masses as they headed towards him?

would he be trampled underfoot? what would he look like, how dark would his blood stain the sand, how long would he struggle to hold onto the tentative sliver that was life?

he ducked behind the cover of stone while a roving sea of churning bodies split around him, thundering down the shore.

when at last they became a trickle, his form broke from the angled stone.

a glare hardened his gaze. sobeille registered it as anger. she shrugged, glancing past him where the heads of the seals bobbed along the waves.

i wanted to see what you would do.