Where's the Shark?
You thank the man, who gives no sign that he hears you, and walk down the path labeled "shark." It's... a path. As far as you can tell, it's exactly like all the others. There's no sign of any sharks. The jungle is dimly green and humid, and nothing bites you but mosquitoes.
The path doesn't go far before it ends. Actually, it doesn't end - you can see it continuing in the distance - but since the fifty-foot section in between is underneath a rather large river, it doesn't do you much good. No one has bothered to build a bridge. You walk to the edge of the water and look both ways, but you can't see a bridge upstream or downstream either. Maybe everyone who lives around here just likes to swim.
Written by Chrysalis on 13 June 2009
The end (for now)