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Big Fish

Big Fish

by | Jun 7, 2017 | O, Oliver Brennan, Short Story

Captain Bleaker stood on the dock in the cold, wet predawn air, in front of his fishing vessel. He popped a menthol cigarette between his teeth and said, “I do it for one guy. Private. Nobody bothers me, long as I’m not chumming near shore.” +++++“Chumming,” George...