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Re-found luck
The chap by the lake was shivering even though he had three coats on.
He heaved his boat to the murky waters edge but it was not easy, as he
kept being carried back by the strong gusts of wind.
Jeff, this was his name, flung his gear into the boat and began to push it
out along the lakes silt filled banks leaving imprints of the sole of his
shoe. He leaped in, almost tipping it over.
He paddled, but it was still relatively shallow so he got back out and
sprinted towards the centre of the lake, jumping back in as soon as it got
deep again. He sat in his boat with mud above his knees, but he didn’t
care, he picked up a container from his equipment and removed the lid, the
contents of it started to crawl over the sides and into the boat. It
didn’t make a difference as he picked one up and pushed a hook through
it.
He was just about to cast when he saw it, he had just caught a glimpse of
light reflecting off something that was obviously shimmering and metallic
over on the far embankment.
The fish no longer engrossed him, but now he hunted it, he started to
paddle as vigorous as he could before he became drained.
He collapsed. He slept but dreamt nothing. An abrupt jerk woke him; he had
continued to float. He got out of the boat clutching his head, drunk but
not under the influence. He hauled the boat up the bank but then dropped
it on his foot, then scurried down the bank to pick it up.
“My luck has been found, this is going to make me a fortune.”
He then ran up the bank with the boat full of adrenaline, though he was on
the wrong side of he lake suggesting he would have to go the long way
round and back to the opposite bank where he had left his car. This lake
was huge so it took him a long while to walk its perimeter to get back to
his car, if he had any brains it would have been easier to use the boat
and paddle across. When he finally did get back he upturned the boat and
raised it onto the roof of his car where he secured it into place on the
rail. He got into the small car and pulled away onto the main road without
paying due care and attention, once on the main road he headed back for
his house. Once there he locked it up in his safe, which he kept behind
the bed and fell asleep without having changed out of his fishing clothes.
When he woke the next morning he realised that his bed was full of
sediment and maggots.
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