Short story: Calf Creek, by Anna Scaife

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Short story: Calf Creek, by Anna Scaife

My cousin Dylan and I spotted these big eels under the bridge that summer. We watched them lounging under the dark weed, facing into the flow of water, their mouths frozen open. Dylan and I couldn’t stop thinking about those eels. The night we went down to the creek, we waited until Nan and Pop switched off the lamp in the front room then crept across the lawn. We took the path through the Mitchell’s paddock, mud sucking at the soles of our gumb…