Literature
Another Jonah Tale
There were three of us. At least, it started out that way. Only me and Jim knew each other well. Jim said he knew Tony, you know, went to church with ‘im. Only, later I found out that Jim says ‘knew’ when what he meant was ‘seen around’. I know this is gonna sound a wee bit unbelievable, but the best fishin’ stories always do.
We met early, on the ocean docks. The Florida sun was shinin’, not a cloud in sight. Perfect day for fishin’, not even a hint a’ breeze. As soon as we got ten feet from shore ‘n our little sailboat, however, the sky turned black as charcoal