It’s been months since I took part in Julia’s challenge, and even now I nearly missed this weeks brilliant photo prompt. It made me laugh though and I couldn’t resist.
So here is my little flash.
He could see them in the distant light. Size nines with his charity shop jeans tucked in, but his feet weren’t in them now. He tried tugging his rod but lost his grip this time. Damn, it was the best one he owned, and he nearly had the catch of his life with it. Until the creature caught him. What was a whale doing there anyway?
He reached for a tooth to pull himself up, slipped on saliva into a mattress of grey blubber, soft as down, and there slept on, dreaming dreams of loch monsters and Moby Dick.
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