This
week’s entry is an excerpt from my short story, “Lost at Peter Bottom,” which
has been selected by Tales From the South for their September 18th
show at Starving Artist Café in North
Little Rock, AR. This may not have the
level of humor you’re used to from me, but it fit well with the prompt and gave
me a chance to toot my own horn at the same time.
Photo by Susan Wenzel.
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Mussel Shells
There were rocks to skip and mussel
shells to scoop sand from the water’s edge. Why did I ever leave the safety and
security of such an oasis?
The answer is simple. Greed.
This was a fishing trip. The primary
goal when fishing is to catch fish. We had worked this hole quite a while with
no success. I tried various types of bait, often leaving them in the same spot
for an eternity of two whole minutes without getting so much as a nibble. Frustration
mounted with each passing moment. The length
of my patience could be measured against the point of a hook—with plenty of
room to spare.
