Feeling down, he decided to go fishing. It wasn’t long before he caught a decent sized fish.
He looked down as it was dying and trying to take breaths, as if underwater.
He picked it up and threw it back. “No reason your fate should be as terrible as mine.”
Connell Wayne Regner had successfully avoided writing creatively since he wrote spontaneous lyrics to music many years ago. Although from a linguistic background, he has serendipitously succumbed to fiction after spontaneously creating bedtime stories for his children. His other dabblings can be found at paragraphplanet and wtdmagazine.wordpress.com.