Welcome to Day 8 of the A-Z Blogging Challenge. My theme is:
Here’s a fictionalised version of a real experience… (apart from the ending) that I wrote for a flash fiction competition.
ZINGING THE ZAMBEZI IN ZAMBIA
The hippos wallowed in the shallows like a chaos of bruises.
“In the unlikely event of capsize from a hippo attack, use the boat as a shield and swim to the bank,” said Scott.
“I’m a rotten swimmer,” said Georgie.
Georgie tugged her bulky, ill-fitting lifejacket. If they capsized, she wouldn’t be ‘zinging’ anywhere. At least a crocodile might have trouble pulling her underwater in a death roll, she thought sourly.
Scott cut the engine. “Ready to catch some tigers?”
Sunbathing crocs slithered with silky swiftness into the water and hippos grunted warnings if they drifted too close.
Georgie hooked a tiger fish. It leapt out of the water in a luminescent flash of orange and pink. The line went slack.
In the excitement, they didn’t notice the boat’s position. A shockingly loud snort alerted them. A hippo was porpoising through the water at a speed that chilled Georgie’s blood. Scott dived for the ignition key.
The engine screamed and died. There was a sickening thud.
Georgie lay on the bank coughing up water. She didn’t know how she had managed to navigate the mighty Zambezi but she certainly had ‘zinged’.
See you on Monday – I’m heading west. Can you guess where and what the next animal will be?
As I mentioned yesterday, I've been away but will be back this afternoon, when I'll catch up with you.
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