They Wouldn't Believe

The villagers declared that it was not true. They didn't see it. They were influenced by the notion of "to see is to believe". They never believed it. I believed it, though. More so, when I saw it.

They wouldn't believe that I noticed the sea down the steep yet low cliff still as the unruffled surface of a small lake.

They wouldn't believe that I heard utter silence in the seashore saved for the cool breeze that rustles the long blades of palm trees towering over the cliff.

They wouldn't believe that my friend Jeboi, who was hunkering down on the edge of the cliff, expecting for a fish to take the bait and then, if the fish did, he would tow the hook up, but something abruptly pulled the hook away from him and he fell down to the sea.

They wouldn't believe that in a moment of waiting for him to come out of the sea, he never did.

They wouldn't believe that I spotted a huge, elongated, scaled-body creature gliding out on the surface where he fell.

They wouldn't believe that my heartbeat raced up so quickly that it held my breath away and that I was stuck on my feet and my entire body quaked.

They wouldn't believe that I terribly saw the monster came out - an enormous snake-like creature, twenty meters long, with hundreds of arms on both sides like that of the centipede.

They wouldn't believe that the monster has a bald human head with ears like a parasol and a nose like a fin and four sharp fangs that stuck out of the wide mouth.

They wouldn't believe that it looked at me ravenously and crawled on the surface of the sea coming to my spot.

They wouldn't believe that I ran away with so much fear that I left my soul in the seashore, but I thank God I eluded it.

They wouldn't believe it.