Notes: For primeval100: challenge 235: Picture Prompt
Becker looked up at the lighthouse, holding a hand up to shield his eyes from the sunlight. At the very top, sitting on the railing around the walkway, a Pterodactyl was perched with its wings outspread, sunning itself.
“At least it’s not causing any trouble,” Matt observed.
As they watched, the Pterodactyl tilted its head, suddenly darting forward to snatch a seagull out of the air as it glided past, devouring it in a few bites.
“Okay, so it’s not causing us any trouble,” he amended.
Becker squinted up at it again. “How the hell do we get it down?”