tagging @scnlit (august)
“At the risk of sounding like a complete fool, I really never understood the appeal of fishing. I suppose I can get with the tranquility of standing beside water all day. But the non promise of actually having something to show for all the time lost, I could never. But then again, I wasn’t Papa’s favourite because of my fly fishing techniques.” Standing beside August, the water had never quite looked as inviting, almost like a temptress pulling Carina towards it. But she stood firm where she planted her feet, trying to make small talk with a stoic man.










