Short Fiction: The Fisherman

Long, swelling waves marched in, sparkling in the sunlight. The steady, breath-like ebb and flow, crash and release upon the shore brought a soothing counterweight to the fisherman's enraged cursing. Standing on the rocks, he hurled his tackle box in disgust, and watched it splash and vanish, an insignificant blip in the ocean. Never again... Continue Reading →

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