4. The
hunt
While I was diving the
birds had flew away. They were most likely full and returned to any bird
business they might have.
Though, a single dirty
white seagull hovered in the sky not too far away from my raft. I could see her
turn her head in curiosity, trying to judge what was floating below her
intently. Its beak was long, little curved at the end and most definitely
predatory and the two little black beads that you could call its eyes were
gluttonous.
An idea hit me hard.
Afterwards it will seem like a suicide, but then…
I quickly gnawed off the
tail of the fish, made two openings, set up the whipcord in it and tied it tightly.
Just a second ago the seagull was ready to dive down onto my raft, its wings
folded in a deathly for me pique, but now it was flying in circles above me
clearly interested in what in the heaven am I doing.
I checked the knots twice
and wrapped the other end of the whipcord around my waist. Then I threw a lump
of the fish at the seagull as hard as I could. At first my decoy flew up and
when it reached the max height it could reach while being thrown by my weak
palms it started going down.
The seagull only watched
the spectacle take place and did nothing more. It seemed that the seagull was
not as interested in the fish as I predicted. It was aiming for me instead. I collapsed
covering my face. I lost, the idea was worthless and I’m going to die – that’s
how it was,
At the last second the
seagull changed her flight trajectory and seized the fish just as its sleazy
side touched the water and winged up. The raft swashed and I almost slipped of
it, but the whipcord held me in place. The raft jumped up and I too, a small,
grey rat, not a bird or even a plane, flew up in the sky.
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