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

ordinary. Viktor drove slowly, not because the Niva required it but because this was one of the better fifteen minutes of any morning and he had learned to stay inside it rather than drive through it on the way to whatever came next.

The bucket, he had replaced from a spare in the car. He had brought home four fish in total: the two caught before the continue reading …