Flash Fiction: Ice Shack

Todd shoved his Igloo cooler, putting it against the ice shack’s door.

Peering at dead-eyed fishermen outside, he couldn’t find the source of the limp red cords now drilled into their heads.

Behind him, a cord rose snakelike from an augered hole in lake ice.



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