'I'm not a fisherman no more,' he grinned. 'Packing it all in, I am. I'm going to retire.'
Cuthbert had never seen anyone with so few teeth look quite so blissful.
'I can live it up large now with the money I'm going to get selling my body.'
'Ermm...'
'Found it in the lake, I did. At first I thought it was one of them wish grantin' fishes, that's secretly princes in disguise. That's the dream, that is. Only reason I got into this stinking business in the first place.'
Context-free FridayNo one should look that blissful with so few teethUnless they own a really good blenderWriting
M. J. Magee
Don’t call me Ishmael. It would be wildy inaccurate. I’m a web developer writing my first online-point-and-click-game-cum-choose-your-own-adventure-book. Um, probably the first online-point-and-click-game-cum-choose-your-own-adventure-book. When not writing profiles about myself, I read, build websites, watch Netflix, and sleep. Lots.You may also like
