An Elderly Man Sat Fishing On A Wooden Pier Until Three Young Men Approached Him

the fish would go deeper, and it would be time to pack up and drive back along the road that ran through the birch forest and into the town where the bakery would have bread in the window and the Niva would start without complaint.

He had not thought about the encounter in dramatic terms while it was happening, and he did not think about it that way continue reading …