Business

My phone beeps.

I take it out of my pocket

to find a message from Manx.

It’s a photo of him

holding a fishing rod

with a mullet dancing on the line.

The message reads:

Third fish this morning,

I’m going into business.

I can’t help but smile.

He’s signed it:

Manx Inc.

I text back:

Meet you tomorrow

and we’ll double the catch.

I sign it:

The Fish Brothers.

I can see him now,

sitting beside the lake

laughing and swearing

and planning on selling

the extra fish to Mrs King,

the old lady who lives

a few doors down.