a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Monday, May 26, 2014

The Anchor...

Visiting Lillie McFerrin this week for Five Sentence Fiction
We had been fishing for a while when he just wasn't there anymore. Try explaining your way out of that jam to the cops!  Above all else...deny, deny, deny!  They dragged the river but with no sign of foul play or a body they let me go. Glad no one checked my anchor.

12 comments:

A Quiet Corner said...

An eye opener for sure, Gail!...:)JP

Sandra said...

the worlds largest anchor and the worlds smallest short story.. and i like the story, MY kind of story. mystery

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

That's creepy!

Lynne said...

Not creepy for me, made me smile . . .
Am I a sicko . . .

Buttons said...

Never thought Alex would find something creepy:) Hug B

McGuffy Ann Morris said...

Always, always check the anchor. They do up here in the Great Lakes area.

McGuffy Ann Morris said...

Always, always check the anchor. They do up here in the Great Lakes area.

Dreaming said...

Ah… great story in 5 sentences!
(My dad once traveled down with the anchor - he tripped and went overboard while carrying it, and the line. He didn't want to lose it, so once he hit bottom, he brought the line up. We always joked about his special way of anchoring his boat!)

TexWisGirl said...

there's the darkness coming thru. have missed it! :)

Brian Miller said...

ha. that is more than enough to keep the body at the bottom for a bit...

Sandy said...

One of those......now you see him....now you don't :P

Irene said...

Oh, foul play! You do have a wicked mind! You should become a mystery writer.

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