The Catch That Wasn’t

The moon shone ominously upon the pier, casting an eerie sense of mystery amongst the atmosphere.

Joe Small was at his usual spot: a quiet wooden pier at the end of the beach, which extended over a series of rocks and reached the open seas. The pier was aging; splinters of wood lay across the floor, leaving edges and crevices broken off.

Slithers of moonlight crept from be...