So this story feels a lot like Things Unspoken, but it wanted to be modern-ish every time I had anything that would set an era, so I’m not sure.
“The fish have been getting mad right before dusk.” Murphy lingered, not yet packing up the gear for the day. “And I swear, when I go diving just as the sunset touches the water, I find the best things. It’s got to be the difference in lighting, but I gotta ask – why don’t you stay a little later? I mean, I see you, and you’re out of here the moment the sun sets. And this is just a summer job for me, isn’t this – like, isn’t it your livelihood?”
Faulkner gave a rueful head-shake. “You’re still so new. You fit in so well down at the pub or up at the gods-house, or at the end of the week at the dances, I forget how new you are.”
Murphy tried not to bristle, but it was hard. “Yeah? You think I fit in – except at my job? I mean, I guess it shouldn’t care, it’s just a summer job-” Continue reading