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Submitted to Contest #317
It grew windy, with flat bottomed clouds visibly moving and covering the sun completely. The darkened water showed white cap spots, small and short but everywhere, and those were our usual signals to pull the dive plane in and head for the marina. We’re about three miles outside Tampa Bay, just past Egmont Key, and we’d started our search late after encountering the Coast Guard vessel delivering its warning. We were not expecting to find anything today, and we got what we wished for. The flat-bottoms that had seemingly followed us all the wa...
Submitted to Contest #285
There was a steel leader attached to the end of the old surf fishing rod, but no hook. I’d forgotten to bring something for bait anyway, so I climbed below to check the junk drawer in the cabin cruiser’s galley for any stray lures. The rhythmic, steady sound of the engines was a bit muffled from the cabin, but a steady ocean breeze coming through partially opened windows would keep you awake. There was a lure in the back of the drawer that was larger than I wanted to use, about five inches or so. It did have a menacing treble hook in the mid...
Submitted to Contest #198
Mottled groups of the wayward kids who walked to school each day instead of riding in air-conditioned vehicles sauntered to the outside reception area from different directions – some from the alleys, some from the side streets. All were gathering in the school bus loading area for the first day of school. For the older sixth graders, it was their last year of elementary school here, and they were looking forward to being wonderfully comfortable operating as the familiar rowdy group. I know this about those kids because I’m one of them. ...
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