fish story
 

hauling his bag up he left the dock. it felt strange after a week in the water but he didn't feel like sleeping under the boards again so close to the end of his season and wanted to see if he could get a room for a couple days before he had to go back to lining. walking down the cobbles he looked for a rest-stop where a newspaper or a clerk could be found. he managed neither for on the way he saw an oddly-painted house bearing one of the finest signs he could think of 'ROOMS CHEAP'. hanging a left he tapped up the steps and knocked on the pastel-colored door