“Timmy hold on!” yelled the Iguana as he ran alongside the cliff trying to find some way to lift his friend up.
But he was just an iguana, what could he do? Timmy was the last of the biters and he had to survive, as an Iguana it was his duty to protect him, it was stupid of him to let Timmy wander so close to the ledge.
“Save me Julio!” Timmy screamed [through his teeth], his voice echoing through the canyon.
Shit, thought the iguana, the regulars could hear and there was nobody in the nearby woods to help them. Suddenly, Julio saw something, it was an enormous chain. He followed it until he reached a tiny house. Hurrying, he scampered into the building and discovered that the chain was connected to a giant machine.
Julio looked around for a switch but couldn’t find anything, perhaps it would be enough. He ran back to the end of the chain and wedged his nose under it, pushing to the ledge where Timmy was still hanging. Finally, he reached the cliff and the giant chain fell and Timmy was able to use it for leverage. But just as Timmy got onto safe ground, Julio was gone and Timmy quickly realized he was surrounded by a mob.
“Your iguana friend is gone boy, and soon so will you.” Timmy tried to run but a giant hand caught him by the wrist and carried him until he was hanging over the ledge. “Any last words?” The man said. But Timmy was staring at the ocean where something was moving. All of a sudden a giant whale flew up out of the water and grabbed Timmy. Nobody knows if he died. Some people say he lived the rest of his life on a distant island biting away.
This is part of a collection of short stories I wrote as a cashier.
