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Kevin was excited. This was the first time Melissa had been inside his ice fishing shack, and he wanted everything to go without a hitch. “So, Lissa, how’s this for a nice cozy place, eh? It’s small but it’s big, if you know what I mean. And look here. Just one week, and my fishin’ hole’s frozen over again. Still, what a great way to spend Canada Day, eh?” He placed the tip of the ice auger over the sealed opening, and began to turn. “I’ve got the biggest bit on the river, y’know,” he said proudly as he re-drilled an 18-inch opening. “I don’t want to hook a fish that’s too big to land, that’s for sure.”
“Well, let’s not dilly-dally, Melissa,” said Kevin as cold river water splashed up against the rim of the fresh opening. “Pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er.” Kevin picked up the cold, lifeless shell of his tiny ex-wife. Propping her against the shack door, he expertly threaded one barb of a No. 14 treble through her yoni, and brought it out just below her throat. Then holding her under the arms, he slid her feet through the frozen surface and slowly released her into the frigid, fast-moving water. As the current carried her quickly downstream, Kevin wondered if he should have used the 120-pound test filament. He worried that a big muskie, hungry in the early Canadian summer, might be strong enough to break the line and carry her off.
“Fuck'er, it's over,” he decided. He balanced the rod on his thigh and opened a Moosehead.
Date Written: July 08, 2004
Author: Cooper Green
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