One Day as a Crocodile

The look of fear in their eyes stabbed her like a knife, but she persisted. She didn’t want to be alone anymore.

She asked them once more, telling them that she was sincere, but at the back of her mind, she could not deny the hunger she now felt. Momentarily distracting herself from the temptation, she beckoned them again to join her. They backed away in disgust and terror. She cried her crocodile tears, but that’s only because she is a crocodile. They were real. They were raw. Her cries left a yearning in their hearts to comfort her. They broke down, and joined her in the water. The happiness that ran through her was unprecedented. The emptiness she felt minutes before disappeared, and she finally smiled. It was the first time in a while. They played for a while until she soon felt her hunger once again.

It was a pain that steadily grew until it threatened to take over her senses. She tried to control it. This was her last chance, but she yielded. It was only for a second, but it was one second too long. They saw the madness in her eyes. They knew what was coming next. A burst of blood and water covering her, but she couldn’t stop herself. They escaped, but they would never come back. This was the last time they would believe her tears. Silence. She cried alone.