The Fish That Danced Out

During the light shifts she read two books at once, swapping them page by page. Coded jokes to the ships that locked onto her signal in their short passings. Made up crosswords to fill in when she forgot the clues. Occasionally, she went out with her rod and stood quiet, looking down for a silver snicker nosing up to the rocks. She felt the fish as she was swimming back up. It sent a thin lance of electricity through her land,. Then another along her belly so she hit forward with mouth open and hands hunting to bring it head down onto the rock. Had no better luck than before.