Pablo [Flash Fiction]
When a man loves something with all his heart, he lives it, and it consumes him. Every night after unloading his catch, Pablo retreated to the dockside bar to discuss his trade: The rocking dance of the waves as the morning sun kissed their foamy crests; the tang of the salt-laden wind caressing his cheek; the fish that fought hardest—and the one that got away.
Then, Pablo met the woman who did not want to be a fisherman’s wife. So, he sold his trawler, toiled in the dead air of the diamond mines, and fishing consumed him no more.
Word count: 100
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