Zeke’s gaze scanned to the west and he growled with frustration.
The fog showed no signs it would break any more today than it had all week.
Pulling his last trap
aboard, he grinned at the contents. As mermaids went, she wasn’t especially
curvaceous or alluring, but she did
have her an awful purty mouth. This story was written for the weekly 55 Word Challenge flash fiction photo prompt.