Synchronicity III - Primeval Drabble
“Don’t tell me it’s the Loch Ness Monster,” Lester had groaned.
It wasn’t. It was worse.
Early future predators. Becker hoped rather than believed they’d killed them all.
Going home, Connor flicked the truck’s radio on.
“Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake…
“Turn that off!” Becker growled.
“I think it’s broken,” Connor winced. “Sorry.”
“Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Not enough miles away, Becker thought.
He hoped the song wasn’t an omen.
It wasn’t. It was worse.
Early future predators. Becker hoped rather than believed they’d killed them all.
Going home, Connor flicked the truck’s radio on.
“Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake…
“Turn that off!” Becker growled.
“I think it’s broken,” Connor winced. “Sorry.”
“Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Not enough miles away, Becker thought.
He hoped the song wasn’t an omen.