I saw it down by the mouth of the river.
A long ripple. The water gurgling.
The crown of a scaled head broke the surface. Leathered skin covered in barnacles; seaweed drooping from water spewing nostrils. A huge yellow eye scanned the city. It then turned to me.
For a moment we both froze. Afraid. Questioning.
The water then went silent. I remained watching. Waiting.
Turning towards the ocean I thought I saw a splash; a glint of yellow, the flick of a huge tail.
It had gone.
I headed home with the rising dawn sun as the city woke.
This is my entry into this weeks 100 word challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.