He scrambled to the door. Stepping outside, he leveled the camera at the beast.
It rocked back as if to strike, hissed. His wife began screaming, "Wen! Wen!"
He snapped the picture.
For a nanosecond the shadows lit up with blue-white light. He saw a dark eye twinkle, the head rear back, and heard the water break as an enormous tail swung up. It impacted against a light pole, breaking the mounts, causing it to sway. The lines attached to it snapped taught. A pole near the cafe toppled, twisting.
The serpent shrieked.
The window beside the hunter-types shattered as the top of the pole fell through it and crashed upon the table in a shower of sparks. The men dove from their chairs. They covered their heads as glass skipped and plinked from the sill, plopping into coffee, landing in egg y
