From Night at the Bottom of the World

The next morning, Rod fished below a rapid when he snagged something on the undertow.  It almost broke his line but he used horsehair, enough pounds per inch to haul in whatever it was.  He made out a large star shape that swirled in an eddy near his piece of shore.

“Aw no,” he mumbled. “Robin!”  

Robin […]

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From The Exile

From downriver, boots crunched and digested the gravel.  A face came into frame.  Mid-fifties.  I shot my flashlight up and down his face, distorting the sag in his cheeks, torturing the wrinkle in his brow.  His eyes sunk into shadow.  I couldn’t make them out.  This time I’d really wake up.  I clawed the pebbles […]

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