the kid went to the far side of the bridge avoiding the
stares and jeers from the locals
put his pole up against the guard rail, and opened his tackle
bag
he took a hook tied to a leader and a small weight, and
tied this to the line from his reel.
He fished around and found an old sandy clam neck and impaled
it on the hook
he drop his line into the heavy tide-current in the river
and watched it drift downstream
the weight he put on wasn’t heavy enough. he didn’t have another
he only had stuff he stole from his dad or found on the
bridge
all of sudden, BAM wham, a fish, the fish grabbed the clam neck and raced down
stream
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