I’m healed, an old man proclaimed to the curious cameras.
She elbowed her way through the crowd and stepped gingerly into the murky water.
Maybe it would go away. Maybe what medicine couldn’t cure, a miracle would.
She pushed stray polythene aside and closed her eyes, praying softly as she sipped at the fleeting sweetness.
Neptune was tired of these hairy biped mammals invading his world, raping his children and pillaging his garden. And now this; they’d found the source of his everlasting youth and of Amphitrite’s beauty.
“No more!” he thundered.
As he sent Carcharodon onwards and upwards to do his bidding; she gently lowered herself into the water…
As the mammoth carnivore eased through the depths, she had something on her mind.
The well had sprung a leak three thousand miles away, off the Indian coast.
It was all very well for Neptune to set her to the task, as he sat frolicking with dolphins and damsels.
She should have brought a book.