PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I don’t know why I continue to fish here. Unless I do a really good cast, my hook will scrape across the submerged rocks, and get caught, I will try to whip the line to get it free. Not often successful.
Today after I cast, I feel some weight, but dead weight, some seaweed, not a fish. I wind in the line. The hook doesn’t catch on the rock. A glint reflects in the water as I reel the last bit of line in. It’s a gold watch, still in place on what remains of a man’s arm.