Thursday, October 9, 2014

The Cocky Fisherman (unpublished micro-fiction)

Two strangers were out fishing along the bend of a river when the man called Zete made his tenth catch of the morning and shouted jokingly to the other man, whose line was presently tangled in a shrub: “I guess the fishing gods like me best today, friend, perhaps on account of my perfect cast.” The other man pulled out a revolver, shot Zete through the hand, and then, with a hearty laugh, replied: “Let’s see how perfect your cast is now, buddy!”

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