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[Extract] Once a croc clamps onto you, nothing will get it off. It rolls you over and over, thrashing and splashing, until you drown. Barry Starke knows this. He wades through the turbid water wicking up towards his armpits. In one hand, he grips a red fuel drum; in the other, an open pocketknife. He could be pulled into a death roll any second. Because all it takes for a croc to kill is hunger and awareness of prey. Barry tries not to make a splash. Crossing the Uncanny River is crazy, he knows, but he has to get home to call the bank. He couldn’t go back the way he had come because the lead to the spark plug broke when he crashed. The bike won’t run. At first he was angry. He should have been looking where he was going, instead of gazing into the distance, searching for a missing bull. But worse than that, he’d left his toolbox and phone in the shed. So he did what he could: kicked the ground, wiped his grazed arm with a dirty hand, and set off for the river.
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Free Fall
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Tropical Writers
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Cairns, QLD, Australia
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