I give to you the continuation of the linked story in eleventy-one words... http://eleventy1.blogspot.com/2008/09/prompt-five-senses-theme.html
A gumball of a raindrop plops just ahead; ripples ease out
from the epicenter. She eyes the concentric circles, forgetting, for the moment
that she has no more bait. Countless additional plunks like African drumming
set the laughing fish aflutter. She retreats to shore, her pole waving like a
spell spent wand. Her tired eyes search for a worm, an insect, the rotting
corpse of some gutted beast. Twilight mocks her with its opacity; the now
steady rain pummels her with its little lavender fists, offering the illusion
that it will cleanse her. It is the weight of darkness, her final surrender.
She sits cross-legged and empty handed on the sand.
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