Microfic - 11 (drastic) and 38 (soak)
To herself, she told a mantraOne that carried on and onAgain and again, just out of reachWhen her quarry broke the dawn
Tonight she breathed it to herselfAbout drastic times and measuresShe told herself that she’d no timeFor follies, breaks, or leisures
For surely soon, for surely soonShe’d come to reach her goalShe clasped her mask onto her faceAnd crept onto the shoal
To meet the foe on his own turfWas surely ill-advisedBut drastic times, she told herselfTo achieve that which she prized
The tide came in; she waited stillHer eyes trained on the beachThe ocean veiled her presenceThe snorkel her lone breach
He surely did not see herAs the crab emerged from sandHe meandered down the seashoreShe spun the focus in her hand
Her foe at perfect angle, thenShe rose here filled with gleeHer camera now prepared to snapThis night shot perfectly
The crab then turned his eyes toward herAnd he waved his claws with graceShe froze but for a single moment–
Before giant waves smashed into her face
