Gone Fishing On River Severn Near Bristol, England – Short Story
The crisp autumn air nipped at Arthur’s cheeks as he hunched over his tackle box, rummaging for his lucky silver spoon. The River Severn, a ribbon of pewter under the low morning sun, gurgled serenely beside him. Across the water, the spire of St. Peter’s Church in Bristol pierced the hazy sky, a familiar landmark …