Gone Fishing On North Landing River Near Chesapeake, Virginia– Short Story
The Chesapeake Bay breathed mist onto the North Landing River, draping the cypress knees in ghostly lace. A sliver of dawn gilded the water, a promise of warmth soon to shatter the morning’s chill. I cast my line, the lure whistling through the air before plopping with a satisfying splash into the inky black water. …