To enjoy fishing, a body didn’t require much by way of supplies—but water was a good start.

In two old chairs sat two old men, Eloy and Emmett, twins by birth. The creaky old barn served up a good dose of shade on mornings like that, the ones where everything was just a tad brighter than it felt like it should be. They sat in the quiet shade, listening to the gentle breeze dart through the boards and splinters, each holding a fishing pole—repaired and working like it had originally, like it once did in a time long before this day.

 

Music in Tincture: Book 2, Chapter Seven:

Cherly KaCherly – Underwater sleep while trying not to breath Peter DiPhillips – Soroya Cherly KaCherly – Time is running out. I’m sure. Lee Maddeford – Ask An Eskimo Kosta T – Nevertheless Spuntic – Composition Shake That Little Foot – Bonaparte’s Retreat Radikal satan – Espacio Bleak House – Highway Acrylic

Intro music selected from: PrudHommes by Cobra (avec logo panthère)