Evelyn knew he was in there; when her dad had pulled the fish onto the boat, she’d seen the man. Dad had said Wow, that hook came out easily as the curved shiny metal had slid from the left gill without resistance. Evelyn had seen the man’s hand as he pushed the hook out. She surmised he lived in the fish and was determined to find out why. Once on shore, her dad tossed the fish onto the boardwalk and hoisted her up. She bent down, eye-level, with the beast. “Hellooo!” she called into its mouth as it gawped for air.
“Go away,” echoed back to her.
She got even closer, almost completing a full split to do so. “What are you doing in there?”
“What are you doing out there?” It could have only been the little man.
Her dad smiled and snapped the photo for their family album.
Yes, I decided to veer away from my continuing saga of Annisa and Evelyn’s exploits and instead offer this 150-word tidbit to get back into the swing of things.
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