"...Don't lose it." Maurice hunched his shoulders and frowned at the end of his fishing line. It was HIS shoe, dammit!

Then a silence fell between them--or a silence of voices. Frogs still peeped, bugs buzzed, night birds whistled way off in the black trees. All of the nature sounds were muted--distant. As if there were a pocket around the two monsters at the fishing hole.

"I wish I'd brought my radio, fish like music."