Blind Fisherman
By white chef
He casts out in darkness. He hears the hook hit the waters surface, he waits. Time passes by his eyes but not does not register in these hollow sockets until he tastes his first bite and feels the pressure up his stick. The smell of success wafts up his nostrils but this was to be shortlived as he lost sight of his target Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 07:02 AM PST 0 • 9
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"He casts out..."