draliman on life

Here is my story for Mondays Finish the Story, a weekly photo prompt by Barbara Beacham in which we also get an opening sentence. We get 150 words not counting the supplied sentence, in bold in my story below, which is called “Local Indifference”.

Dropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite. The two old men watched her as she fished.

“Only a fool fishes in Fool’s Lake,” said one.

“Aarr,” agreed the other.

Without any warning a huge creature shot out of the water, raking the woman’s belly and clamping its jaws on her head. The two men watched, shaking their heads.

“’Tis a terrible shame,” said the first.

“Aarr,” agreed the other, puffing his pipe as the woman’s headless corpse toppled forward. “‘Tis not safe, Fool’s Lake.”

The first man nodded as they watched the feeding frenzy, small piranha-like creatures tearing into the woman’s entrails as they dribbled into the water.

“Third one this week. It’s loike thar’s an endless supply o’ tourists.”

“Aarr, ‘tis a shame,” agreed the second.

Some time passed as the two puffed their pipes. Then the second man spoke again.

“Oi hear thar’s a whole bus o’ tourists due in tomorra’.”

“Oi heard that too,” agreed the first. “’Twill be a shame.”

“Aarr, a terrible shame.”