The Last Dinosaur -1977- «2025»

They saw it at 4:47 PM on November 14th. The sun had broken through for the first time in a week, turning the river into molten brass. It was standing in a clearing of wild palm, half-swallowed by the creeping liana, its hide the color of wet slate. It was not a sauropod. Not the gentle giant of children’s books.

She stepped between them.

“It will follow us to the boat,” he said softly. “It has no fear of men. Because it has never seen one.” The Last Dinosaur -1977-