Wednesday, August 29, 2007


On the end of the pier was a fish, lungs piping the quiet air. They watched from five feet, he holding to her shoulder. A boat slowly crawled over the horizon.


Genie said...

I've been lurking -- and enjoying -- for awhile. Just wanted to tell you how much I liked this particular story, although I'm always thrilled to see a new one posted.

Joseph Young said...

Thanks, Genie. Nice of you to read and drop a note. I appreciate it.