Source: Superstock The fisherman cast his rod once more. Despite his patience, it had been a long day, and nothing had come along. After hours standing in knee-high water, he was getting tired and cold. He doubted if he could stand the all-nighter that beckoned, but pride made him continue.
The bathroom door remained locked, but not because he was stark naked. The real reason was that he was determined that no-one must ever know that only by pretending to fish with a toy rod in a filled bath could he dream up a Friday Flash Fiction story.
Then an idea came...
The bathroom door remained locked, but not because he was stark naked. The real reason was that he was determined that no-one must ever know that only by pretending to fish with a toy rod in a filled bath could he dream up a Friday Flash Fiction story.
Then an idea came...
