Contributor: Jim Clinch - - Sully hauled on the line and swung the empty trap onto the deck. He cursed out loud. It was late, the water was rough and the stone crabs should be moving and filling up his traps. They weren’t. He re-baited with mullet, many years past noticing the stench, and tossed the trap back over the side. He was alone. It was windy but clear and the moon provided enough light to work by. Normally he’d have his friend Carl along, but Carl’s cousin got arrested for cutting a man in a bar and Carl had to go to the Sheriff’s Office to deal with it. Sully pulled a pack of unfiltered cigarettes from his flannel shirt and lit one expertly in spite of the wind. The cigarette was slimed with fish guts from his fingers, but he didn’t notice and wouldn’t have cared if he did. The small boat pitched and rolled as the outboard...

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Author: Jim Clinch