Sunday, January 18, 2009

His name was Breakfast

All the muscles contracting in his body simultaneously as rehearsed thousands of times before, the Arowana leapt, breaking the water´s surface. An exceptional jumper, this leap was no different, exceeding one meter above the surface of the oxbow lake. At the apex, gravity gripped the creatures undulating bodice wrestling it down. As the Arowana braced for reentrance to his epolimnion home, he was greated by an unyielding surface. Gasping for air, he struggled, but was similarly bound on all sides. The arowana rested, feeling the vibrations of the water underneath and the cool lapping of the wind driven waves above his prison.

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