The Fisherman

the kid went to the far side of the bridge avoiding the stares and jeers from the locals
put his pole up against the guard rail, and opened his tackle bag
he took a hook tied to a leader and a small weight, and tied this to the line from his reel.
He fished around and found an old sandy clam neck and impaled it on the hook
he drop his line into the heavy tide-current in the river and watched it drift downstream
the weight he put on wasn’t heavy enough.  he didn’t have another
he only had stuff he stole from his dad or found on the bridge

all of sudden, BAM wham, a fish,  the fish grabbed the clam neck and raced down stream

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