We cast our lines. Brad asks if Terri and I have to marry now. “Her Dad’s got an itchy trigger finger,” he says. Our red bobbers drift, Brad’s disappears. The graphite rod arches, he pulls, reels until it slacks. I imagine what it’s like, breathing down there in the dark. Guy Cramer is a writer from east Texas whose work has appeared in Dipity Literary Magazine, Paragraph Planet and Vestal Review (forthcoming). He has two self published chapbooks of poetry and is currently working on a collection of flash fiction. He can be found on Instagram @guy.cramer