Flag Up – The Monksville Chronicles #52

Flag Up

The Giant sits lotus on an exposed patch of ice. He cleared the snow with the bait bucket which now sits empty in his wooden sled, devoid of both fish and the water needed to sustain them. The snow has ceased its falling and the stormclouds have parted to reveal a skyscape resemblant of a work of art; brilliant scarlets and lavish pinks slash the blues of the diurne sky to usher in the encroachment of purple dusk. Soon the day will fall and the starpool will fill with glorious heavenly gemstones, sparkling white diamonds embedded in a smooth mat of obsidian. What the shamanfolk say is true, then – following every storm that brings dark clouds to the skies is a period of calm so tranquil it could quell and sooth the most savage beast.

Well, the first half is certainly true; as for the second, we’ll have to wait and see.

For a great long time, The Giant stares into the sky with his jiggin’ rig in hand. When the snow still squalled he jerked the line in a perfect rhythm, if only to keep his mind off the temperature falling with the snow; now, the pulls are sporadic and unplanned. The shiner hooked to the end is dead, long dead, drowned bait in prime form; though he’s no way of knowing it, he knows it to be true all the same. This is not the first unsuccessful ice fishing trip The Giant has taken on Monksville and it surely will not be the last, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give it his all regardless.

After a while his neck grows stiff so he removes his gaze from the pastel sky and lends it to the snowy surface of the lake, and that’s when he sees it – The Giant doesn’t know if it just flew now or if it’s been waving in the air for minutes, possibly even hours, but he sees it nonetheless.

He sees it very well.

“Flag up!” shouts The Giant as he springs to his feet. He drops the jiggin’ rig to the ice with a hollow clack and begins to trudge without caution into the snowdrift, the only thing standing between him and landing the catch of his life.

This has been the fourteenth subchapter of the third chapter of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:

The Monksville Chronicles

I’ve written a few other books, too. Click here to see the list.

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If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~

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