Brad ran the rest of the way to the bridge, feeling a new wave of nausea and slight dizziness. Along the way, he caught glimpses of red off the side of the road and accordingly veered to investigate. The red flowers he needed grew from the trunks of trees like brooch type moss. Breaking off an entire flower, he chewed a few petals and put the rest in his pack, before heading for the bridge. He waited for his nausea to diminish to a nagging level then spat the pulp out in mid stride, slowing to a halt fifteen minutes later in front of the truck’s grille.
“I should’ve got some purple flowers too,” he berated.
He looked at the sun. At least he had over an hour of daylight left.
It disturbed him that Teyata cried out without reservation. He jogged the few steps to the bridge’s rails and looked over, unable to locate her.
She looked up at him from the river’s edge, approximately 200 metres below.
“I’ll need you down here!”
He jogged along the bridge and off again, finding a single lane road going downhill.
Teyata met him at the river’s edge.
“Do you like fish?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said haltingly.
He could only see the sleek black tadpole like sharks gliding lazily beneath the surface. Teyata grinned and waded ankle deep into the water.
“It’s alright. We’ve got to find one on it’s own.”
She scanned the clear water and pointed.
“There!” she said, running along the bank nearer to the creature.
Brad watched, intrigued how she could catch the fish without the use of a line or spear. Teyata waded deeper thigh deep and half turned, angling her tail in the water. The shark slowly angled left and right, taking in her scent then propelled itself a little faster toward the appendage. Brad gasped as it opened its mouth, drawing near. Teyata sprang with all claws extracted and descended on the shark. They pierced the animal, as Teyata tightened the grip of her arms and legs, hanging on like a cicada.
The shark violently thrashed and turned in the water amidst a spreading crimson cloud. As the thrashing grew feeble, Teyata unlatched herself and thrust her hand through one of the gills. She took a step up the bank. The shark angled its open mouth feebly to bite at her leg, easily prevented when she wrenched its head upright.
“Come and help me, Brad! It’s heavy!”
He splashed into the water on the other side of her and warily thrust his hand through the other gill as black fins swirled in the blood behind them. Between them, they easily dragged the shark onto the bank. With both sides of its head secured, it lacked the opportunity to clamp its triangular teeth onto either one of them. They dropped the creature. Its mouth slowly opened and closed in its death throes.
“Make a fire,” Teyata directed. “We’ve got to eat before dark.”