FRONTeras Magazine Vol. 2 No. 1 Issue The colors by the water were bold, and the sun rays bounced off the water like glass.  There were waves of purple blended with pink and yellow along the horizon.  The bells were ringing loud.  Horacio was sweating. His heart was beating as he reeled in.  He remembered to layer his breathing between pulls.  He felt tired as he rotated his wrist to push the paddle forward, as he opened the bail arm, the spool spun loose, and the line ran.  

FRONTeras Magazine Vol 1. No. 1 Horacio went to the edge of the lake on the warm April evening as the sun was starting to tighten into the mountains. The walk down to the water was always therapeutic to him. He prayed and meditated with the sun. He played back moments of the line snag, the pull, and the setting of the hook in the stomach of the fish he could not see. He always left the house with the same hope of a fight, a catch. He was a simple man with rugged hands, strong