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The trip goes way beyond the promises of the Vietnam Tours brochure. Their speedboat roars along jungled mangrove swamps, and on to a raft with barely fenced-off edges, where a rod dangling fish corpses attracts ravenous crocodiles. They set sail, watching monsters leap, thrashing from the murky water.
She’s thrilled. She sees him chuckle at the health and safety abomination, and breathes; his mood, their earlier row, have passed.
The boatman smiles and turns to reach for more rotting flesh.
Hands slam into her back and shove. She tips in the humid air, drinks mud, feels writhing texture, tearing agony.