A Heavenly Fish
A short story I wrote for a friend after a trip to the Watauga River.
The fly was olive green, and in the gray cloudlight you could see the shimmer from the tinsel wrapped around its fat inch-long body as it danced feet above the clear blue waters of the Watauga River.
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