Hooked by Wayne Wight
HookedWayne Wight Our captain swore the day that I was bornhe saw their forms, sliding silhouetted off the stern before the storm. That summer, after the flooding, the strangetides and the wave of freak drownings, we moved away. I recall, later, how I was caught, six years old and wriggling, strandedhalfway up the glinting […]
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