3-Sentence Stories: #28

The grey clouds swarmed like vultures overhead, pounding their ears with the boom of thunder as the small fishing boat swung itself over each gnashing wave.

As he was struggling to see the large serrated knife in his hand, Jerry began blinking rapidly, unsure whether it was the rain or his own tears clouding his vision.

“Fishing is in our blood, son,” he wailed above the storm, “I just can’t let you live as a…vegan.”

Thanks for reading my 3-Sentence Story! This series has been created to raise funds for Animal Free Research UK.

Click here to donate to my Just Giving page.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *