The view to my right was the magnificent Golden Gate Bridge, standing high above the clouds in all her deep orange-colored glory. It wasn't a bad arrangement for a twenty-five-year-old like me who hadn't even gone to college. In addition to the salary I was paid, they'd also given me free board in their cozy little guesthouse. Ritts had taken good care of me for the past few years. They were good people who handled the business end while I did the dirty work at sea. He and his wife Rita were big-time dealers with the local markets. That didn't pay as well as crab, but it kept me busy and it was nice to always have money in my pocket.
When crab wasn't in season, I would go out looking for fish. Five days a week and sometimes weekends too. From six in the morning until four in the afternoon, I was a fisherman. Nobody would aspire to have my life, but I was quite content with it. You'd never find a sunset like this back in Kansas. The flavor reminded me of my childhood, when my mother always had a fresh pitcher sitting on the porch. I sipped from my glass of tea, tasting the tangy fresh peach infusion bubbling on my tongue.
This was my favorite time of day, when my work was done and I finally had the opportunity to sit down and enjoy the view from the Sea Cliff mansion I called home. I watched as purple skies disappeared from the horizon, blotted out by glittery grey plumes. The summer fog was snaking through the city, swallowing up the land below. No part of this may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.
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