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The Cabbage Tree Creek Crossing

The Crossing

I was halfway across the swollen creek when I saw some dark shadow moving about and a few telltale air bubbles popping on the surface. A telltale ripple crossed the waters surface as if some great beast of the deep, some monster of nightmarish proportions, some leviathan of devilish intent were astir in those murky waters.

I cursed my luck and tried keying the ignition again. Half way across the swollen Cabbage Tree Creek crossing where the waters rushed about a metre deep across the roadway my engine had spluttered to a stop. I cursed myself for rounding the corner and upon seeing the brown torrent of water hitting the accelerator and ploughing across instead of hitting the brakes, turning around and taking the ring road.

A fin cut the water in an s-shaped slash. I looked out my window through the drenching rain along the swollen creek to a car stuck upside down, halfway up a tree . A huge three pronged tear cut across the rear driver's door and the front driver's door and driver were missing. The water was moving with such force that the Datsun rocked as I tried desperately to will some life into its oxygen-starved engine.
With a sickening crunch that slewed the car sideways something slammed into the drivers side door smashing the window. Water splashed up and over the door drenching me. Suddenly a huge green scaled head rose from the waters, teeth bared, eyes glowing and charged at me.....

Intermission: Please close eyes and hum for a few moments while second reel is loaded to the projector.

The Serpent and the Datsun

Halfway across the swollen creek in metre deep water the Datsun had come to a shuddering stop and the engine stalled. Now some green beast of the hinterland waterways reared up and shunted my car towards the edge of the bridge.

Was that an arm hanging from the wreckage in the tree branches now being lapped at by the rising waters?

The huge head of the creek creature spouted thorn -like incisors jutting in all directions. It lunged at the car again. Such was itís jaw span, it caught the chassis in its lower jaw and the roof in its top, the gleaming spikes piercing through the metal skin of the Datsun.

I keyed the ignition one last time hoping against hope and the engine spluttered and fired and then began to chug. I slammed it into gear and flattened the acceleration pedal to the firewall. The car began to chug forward slowly gasping for breath. The creature writhed and the car slewed sideways but still it kept going and finally a prong broke loose. Then another and another till they were popping like hail on a hot tin roof. With a slow gain of power the Datsun struggled up out of the raging waters and the great beast fell away to slither back into its depths.

I motored away watching as the unfortunate wreck was pulled free from the tree and whisked away by the river. I swear I heard a scream as the green serpent vented its anger on the floating car before it disappeared beneath the surging waters.





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Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.

Black Elk




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The following comments are for "the cabbage tree creek crossing"
by smithy

smithy's monster...
Gee,,,talk of Freaky Fridays...I just read this and seems like a horror film. UM...going to get my pillow, I hide behind during the terrible scenes....
This is good writing. I admit I haven't visited the stories on here enough. I am going to now, I liked this....
Rather have love stories....but this was good.

Darlene

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: September 17, 2004 )

the reckless beast
Thanks Darlene. Thanks for reading, enjoying and commenting. I wasn't sure how it would work starting it in the water and then backtracking a bit to explain how I got there, but I wanted that first paragraph first to set the scene. I think the real beast was my own recklessness. So many people here get their cars swept away in flash floods. I was lucky. Thanks again. smithy

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: September 17, 2004 )





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