Food Chain Shark Tale Novels & Stories

“You two sit at the island. Hands on the counter. No running. No sharks in hair. No monarchy. No wind testimony.” Gabby raised her hand. “Can I still be princess?” “Princesses may sit.” Al raised his hand too. “Can whale shark eat lunch?” “Whale sharks don’t eat lemon chicken.” “He likes lemon.” “He has no taste buds.” Al stared at his stuffed animal in horror. “He can’t taste?” Gabby immediately sighed dramatically. “That’s so sad.” I pointed at the chairs. “Sit down before you make Mami explain marine biology in Latina mode.”

Immediately, he starts screaming loudly, thrashing as I drag him toward the access hatch. “No…pleaseeee…” His words fall on deaf ears; not even his tears can melt my heart. Unbidden, I push him into the tunnel through the opening and slam it shut. The instant his blood blends with the water, the beasts perceive it, and without wasting a minute, they hasten toward the guy who's drowning in the water. A sickening ripple of satisfaction goes through me when the Sharks take the first bite of his flesh before devouring him until nothing's left. No bones. No flesh.