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Man Sitting 1

It was ironic that he had been planning a fishing trip for ages and

here he was without any fishing gear at all. One blink and he was

hundreds of miles away from that desk where he had been falling asleep

while trying to type. He was a typist, not a writer: that's what

capote would have said of him. And here he was at the perfect fishing

spot without anything to fish with. Perhaps he could reach into the

water with his hand aiming just in front of the reflection of the fish

as he had seen them do on a documentary once, but then he thought that

the water looked too cold. Those fish did look smug though, sat there

staring back at him. Should he take up the challenge? No, he'd

appreciate the landscape and forget about the fishing. His wife said

to him that fishing did to a stretch of water what golf did to a good