Gone Fishing On Deepwater Harbour Near Saint John’s, Antigua – Short Story
The salty spray kissed Winston’s weathered face as he steered the little skiff out of Deepwater Harbour. The early morning sun cast a golden sheen on the water, and the air thrummed with the vibrant symphony of awakening birds. Today was a day for giants, not minnows. Winston, a seasoned Antiguan fisherman with sun-baked skin …