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The red paint on the skiff has been rubbed by weather, by water and by men
sitting and standing, boarding and disembarking. Places where the paint is absent define remaining shapes, a Rorschach of stretches and splatters.
A stubborn spray that a cold sea might cast.The motor is gone. There are no oars and the hull is empty, dry. A walnut shell halved and cleaned out.
Where once it was afloat, the water level has yellowed the sides and underneath are dry scribbles of seaweed. Now aground, it is again stabilized by ropes as the jury studies the bullet holes.

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    Jim M about 8 years ago

    Cool! Very engaging and smart ending, cracking last line.

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    D.M. about 8 years ago

    Thank you! (Apparently he was shot at four times, the boat overturned,
    dragged by a fishing gaff and then dropped into the sea with an anchor
    around his head and arms... no body found... the rest of the story!)

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    Norman Bates almost 8 years ago

    You had me at Murder.

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