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

in all likelihood somewhere in the town, damp and sore and in the middle of revising the story of the morning into something they could live with, which was the kind of work that took time and would not be finished today.

He thought about the float on the still water. He thought about the way the mist had lifted by the time he packed up, revealing the continue reading …