The Dark Deep Water

In 2010, Oklahoma said fuck the double digits I’m camping out in the 100s and you can see ninety overnight and like it. Through all the days and weeks and months you’d call Summer summer the tempuratures were hot. People hid indoors clinging to fans, unbuttoned shirts, and the AC. Today the fish we went hunting clung to the dark deep water.

The only one of us to find joy at the end of our line was my youngest. Each time she reeled in her line she exclaimed, “I caught one!”

“Yes, Sweetie, you caught another lure. Good for you!”

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