Reader Submission: Last Dance


“There’s a canal near me that is only accessible by foot or bike because it’s a protected area for mangrove tree saplings. To get there, I have to walk or ride a mile, but it’s worth it as the canal has some of the best fishing in the area.

One morning, I drove my truck there. It was around 6 a.m., and though the sun hadn’t risen, I could see a glow on the horizon. I loaded my gear on my modified fishing bike and took off down on the dirt road.

About 3/4 of the way down, I saw the intrusion dam control tower which was surround by a fence. I also noticed what I thought was a large, white plastic bag hanging from the top of the fence. I stopped my bike and grumbled about idiots who litter. I started to peddle my bike towards the ‘garbage bag,’ and that’s when things got freaky!

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