It was Sunday, after lunch. So, as usual, I was sitting down by the river, the fishing line bobbing slowly in the current. There was a hook, but there was no bait, again, as usual.
This was about relaxing, meditating almost, this was how I decompressed from the week that had occured and prepared for the week ahead.
So imagine the mix of emotions I had when the line jerked.
I hesitated, but then another hard yank forced me to act.
It got away, and the annoyance I felt was the end of my relaxing Sundays. I had a job.
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