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Images:

[ Hard to see these on the iPad. ]

1) Boats parked at seaside

2) Hot-air balloons at sunset

3) Woman with gun

4) Abandoned boat

5) A lizard?

6) A bird’s eye

Sentences:

1) In mid-afternoon the boats were all pulled up on the sand, and fish caught that day were taken a few hundred yards up the shoreline to the fish market.

2) Two old fashioned hot-air balloons, simple white canvas in color, drifted slowly in the dusk following the wind west.

3) She held the gun up at arm’s length, unafraid and resolute, her  lips tight, her eyes fixed and her hand trembling ever so slightly.

4) The old row-boat was full to the top with water, but in a pond so shallow that the keel lay on the bottom while the riggers and oar-handles stuck up in the air.

5) Toasting pleasantly in the warm afternoon sun, the lizard blinked, awaiting the next meal to fly by.

6) Out my balcony in the dark night I can see the sharp outline of two owls against the night sky, and occasionally the reflection of my porch light in the slowly blinking eyes.

Stitched together:

Gino and Sal had caught a few baskets of fish, but I had caught very few. Hardly a basket-full. Still, we trudged over to the market. The fat lady pawed through my basket and pulled out about half; 800 lira. I jogged over to the old man and he took a few more, which still left about two pounds of mackerel.

“You'll have a big dinner at home tonight!” He laughed as he pushed the basket back to me across his folding table. I picked it up and started for a couple of the other vendors, but they were busy prepping the fish they had already bought and waved me away.

I didn’t look forward to taking the fish home to the wife. She wouldn’t comment or complain, but prepare an excellent meal, as she always did. But the two girls would throw a fit. They had almost lost their taste for fish of any kind, but for mackerel they could hardly tolerate it.  They had not spent much time being hungry as children so they didn’t know how lucky they were. But they would find out what hunger was, and soon.