This is my entry for the ZapFic contest #125, on Hive:
The prompt is 'Network'
We had thrown our nets overboard hours before but had caught nothing. I could see silvery bodies flitting to and fro inches under water. And yet.... no fish appeared in my net. Finally, I exclaimed in frustration, "This net doesn't work!"
That's my entry, but my mind kept working, so I decided to have some fun with this:
Network again: (I've been watching a Netflix show about Serbia in the 1930's--I think the language is rubbing off on me :))
Story #2 (not an entry)
“What are you talking about, you clod? Was there ever such a son? The net works. It is my son who cannot cast a net properly. That infernal singing drives the fish from our net.”
The father boxed his son's ears and the boy fell silent.
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