A breeze ruffled his hair as he dropped it over the side. The ones he’d left overnight were empty, which was just as well as he wasn’t heading in for a few days. He’d wasted enough time as it was and time, in his case, was literally money. If he didn’t bring in any fish, he didn’t get paid. He glanced up at the sky. White clouds dotted the blue above him, but his eyes were drawn to the ominous black line on the horizon. He dropped the pot to the deck, made his way to the bridge and checked the weather readouts. Why hadn’t this been showing earlier? Rob grabbed the mic and turned on the radio. “Wolf Point Lighthouse, this is Seascape. Are you receiving? Over.” He stood there for a moment, and then repeated the message. “Wolf Point Lighthouse, this is Seascape. Are you receiving? Over.” He gazed out the window as he waited for a reply. The sky changed rapidly before his eyes, the clouds beginning to boil and rotate, and there was a definite swell on the sea. After what seemed like a lifetime the radio cracked.
What do You think about Water Lily In July (2016)?
