Editors Flash Fiction ENTRY #13

Count the Eyes and Divide by Two

He had survived SEAL training, four active war zones on 

three continents, a crazy ex-wife and a bad case of dysentery. 

His newest tattoo read “IRONMAN”.  He was sure he was 

invincible.

Jumping out of a plane was no problem.  Usually.

Unfortunately, the pilot overshot the jungle drop site.

Realigning in mid-air, he took aim at a small watering hole 

with wide banks lined with dark logs.

Belatedly, he realized the logs were actually crocodiles, all 

focused on dinner dropping by parachute right in their midst.

Count the eyes and divide by two…
Damn.
Should have brought more bullets.