Post by Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek on Jul 1, 2014 7:14:37 GMT -6
Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek
narrator . thought . "speech"
Since fishing in the morning and at midday did not work, Cesare was willing to postpone his sleep to try his luck again.
Luck and luck. It could hardly be that easy, but now he had a bigger chance at success than the previous times. He had new bait, a better one, but he was still not sure if it would bring him something. He tried not to think of what it would mean to actually catch something today, as he fastened the bait to the hook and threw it in the water.
It was easier said than done, so he often found his mind searching for memoies of Sabine. Just imagine how he could help if he got a fish. He could give it to her, so that her stable may get horses and she and Lia would have a successful business. That would be awesome.
With than in mind, he gave a slight smile and drew in the air through his nose. Today will be the day, he thought. And if not, then I'll try again tomorrow. No harm done.
Or would it? This was the only good thing he filled the hours of the day with and it would be a complete shame if he stopped doing it. He was the drunk fisherman you know, a title he worked hard to get and uphold.
Luck and luck. It could hardly be that easy, but now he had a bigger chance at success than the previous times. He had new bait, a better one, but he was still not sure if it would bring him something. He tried not to think of what it would mean to actually catch something today, as he fastened the bait to the hook and threw it in the water.
It was easier said than done, so he often found his mind searching for memoies of Sabine. Just imagine how he could help if he got a fish. He could give it to her, so that her stable may get horses and she and Lia would have a successful business. That would be awesome.
With than in mind, he gave a slight smile and drew in the air through his nose. Today will be the day, he thought. And if not, then I'll try again tomorrow. No harm done.
Or would it? This was the only good thing he filled the hours of the day with and it would be a complete shame if he stopped doing it. He was the drunk fisherman you know, a title he worked hard to get and uphold.
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Bait - Type 3 (first use)
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229 words
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Bait - Type 3 (first use)
word count
229 words
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