Rhino the Destroyer

Prompted Flash Fiction (1970s vintage KISS lunch box, rhino, cruise ship)

Chris was sitting in the shade of an umbrella on the lido deck of the Norwegian Saphire, sketching the famous arch, the one everybody had to have a selfie with, when some kid he didn’t know walked up to him and said, “A rhino’s running loose in Cabo.”

“What?” 

The kid was a little older than Chris with curly black hair and the kind of olive-toned skin Chr…