By Jeanette Cheezum
The red morning sky told him to work fast.
He cast his net and cut the engine to an idle.
Children waited at home while stomachs
ached. Bills were due and oil was low.
Gulls gathered above the net, his senses
quickened as he pulled the clumsy load.
There would be food on the table and pocket money.
Pride and strength returned on high tide.