All Silent on the Flint

“Bobby, you can get in some good fishin right yonder.”

Bobby turned his head to the sheriff. “The sand bar?”

“Yeah. Me and my son caught the hell outta some brims. Reckon we caught fifty of them in that exact spot.”

The boat struck a rock and Bobby turned to the front, guiding it to calm waters where no rocks or rotten tree stumps surfaced.

Sheriff flicked his cigarette butt overboard. “Shit, I’m sorry your girl left you. That’s the problem with bitches these days. They have no loyalty or honesty for anyone or anything but themselves.”

“Damn, Sheriff, not all women are like that. I probably was to blame somewhat for her leavin me. Maybe I should have told her I loved her more or married her a long time ago.”





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