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Fishing the Moody River (Literary)
Fishing the Moody River (Literary)
Fishing the Moody River (Literary)
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He loved her from his office window as she fished the Moody River right till the end. And it changed his life forever.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBiff Mitchell
Release dateJul 7, 2023
ISBN9798215953501
Fishing the Moody River (Literary)
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Biff Mitchell

Biff Mitchell is a speculative fiction writer known mostly for his quirky humor and keen insights into those aspects of life that likely won't be relevant to anything in our lifetimes, but possibly in some future reality. His most recent publication, Blowing Up (from Double Dragon Publishing) unleashes a barrage of mostly humorous short stories guaranteed to confuse and amuse the most contemporary reader. That just might be you. But...before you dive try dipping your literary toes into some free reading at crazymanadventures.com. Be warned though...nothing good can come of any of this.

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    Fishing the Moody River (Literary) - Biff Mitchell

    Fishing the Moody River

    By Biff Mitchell

    Copyright 2023 Biff Mitchell

    Smashwords Edition

    Each morning she stood on the bank casting her line into the water and reeling it in slowly as

    white smoke curled around her nose from a cigarette lodged between her lips. She never puffed,

    just let them burn away as she stared into the deep brown water. Butts, burned down to the

    filters, littered the grass at her feet as though they’d just been dropped from her mouth after the

    tobacco had burned away. Her face was the color of life winding down into a small gray door

    with a Do Not Disturb sign nailed into the center. Even her void black hair, short as it was,

    emanated neglect and uncaring like oil dripping from untended follicle taps.

    Those were pretty much all the details he could make out from this distance. That was pretty

    much all he knew about her. That, and the fact that he was crazy in love with her.

    She was there every morning for about ten cigarettes of fishing time,

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