Dreaming sharks. Again.

Swimming in murky, shark-infested waters I felt suitably threatened, however when I reached the small marshy island and scrambled ashore - I was more afraid. There was already someone there. Somebody that I used to know.

I knew what to do. With one hefty push, he was in the muddy shallows. I pulled up stumps and floated my little island downstream.

I dreamed of sharks and crazy surf last night

Covered in leopard spots and larger than a Great White, she wasn't intentionally a man-eater. Surfers just had a habit of accidentally finding themselves inside her giant mouth when caught up in the dumping storm surge that always coincided with her visits. I stood at the shoreline drinking takeaway coffee and nearly drowned only once...