It was nice to hear the stories and poems last night, wasn't it? And the issue is very good looking. Cate should be proud. Sorry you missed my reading but I was okay, I guess.
Like a centurion guarding a Roman temple, the Tiger Grouper hovered over the orange barrel sponge. Many years had passed since the big fish had been afraid of anything. It hung there motionless barely sparing a glance for lesser fish as they passed. It fixed Santiago with a cold eye when he swam down from the surface, speargun cocked and ready. The man hovered for a moment looking back and then, acknowledging the seniority of the large grouper, flicked a ragged fin and swam off looking for smaller prey.
Not much writing last night, but I was tired. See you Thursday.
--Barbara
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