The rod bent as the fish fought against the taut line. Goat reeled it in, without hurry, allowing the fish to tire itself. Once landed, he wrapped it in leaves from nearby ferns, enjoying the sweet smell on his hands afterwards.
“A beer would’ve be nice,” he said aloud. But only the rushing water replied.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
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