I was down to the shoreline crabbing and it wasn’t so good. When the water murks up like that the crabs stay away. Ones that wash up dead ain’t worth the trouble. Nobody I know ever eat one, but you hear the stories about what happens. That’s enough warning for me.
I saw that man with a gunny wade in up to his thighs and toss the sack far as he could. He was in a hurry to leave. I could see that sack moving like it was alive.
Soon as the man was gone I waded in after it.
A moment captured, a voice rendered. Well done
Such a story, the terror of the unknown sack. Well done
Ooohhh.. that man was up to no good, for sure!
Oh the mind throws up endless possibilities!
Now we’re all hooked…
Whatever was in the sack had a guardian angel.
I really liked the voice of your character. You described a way of life that is totally alien to me, and yet your words made it seem familiar – the mark of a very good writer!
And I’m left wondering who or what was in that sack! That gave me the chills.