Catch of the Day (Short Story)
Fiction & Literature, Humorous, Short Stories, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Adventure
| Author: | Simon Haynes | ISBN: | 1230000004842 |
| Publisher: | Bowman Press | Publication: | July 17, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Simon Haynes |
| ISBN: | 1230000004842 |
| Publisher: | Bowman Press |
| Publication: | July 17, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Ken and Steve reluctantly give up their lawnmowing duties for a weekend of fishing, booze and male bonding. Unfortunately the fish aren't biting, supplies are running low and worst of all ... the beer just ran out. Then, without warning, an alien colony ship arrives in orbit, and that's when Ken's problems REALLY start.
Ken leapt into the hall, saw the flapping flywire and stopped. He heard a whirring sound, but it was a second or two before his brain connected the noise with the fishing reel on one of the rods, a reel that was rapidly spooling out line. He spotted a thread of silver stretched taut across the base of the door, and a slow grin spread across his battered face.
"Gotcha," he muttered, scooping the rod up and adjusting the tension with a quick twist of his fingers. The whirring changed tone, and the tip of the rod began to bend. Ken leant back and heaved.
Ken and Steve reluctantly give up their lawnmowing duties for a weekend of fishing, booze and male bonding. Unfortunately the fish aren't biting, supplies are running low and worst of all ... the beer just ran out. Then, without warning, an alien colony ship arrives in orbit, and that's when Ken's problems REALLY start.
Ken leapt into the hall, saw the flapping flywire and stopped. He heard a whirring sound, but it was a second or two before his brain connected the noise with the fishing reel on one of the rods, a reel that was rapidly spooling out line. He spotted a thread of silver stretched taut across the base of the door, and a slow grin spread across his battered face.
"Gotcha," he muttered, scooping the rod up and adjusting the tension with a quick twist of his fingers. The whirring changed tone, and the tip of the rod began to bend. Ken leant back and heaved.
