Then, Night Fell by Dale Beran
	"But what will we use for bait?" I asked, looking over the endless expanse of the lake, silvery now in twilight. Michael stared at me wordlessly, shivering. Nothing stirred but the water lapping the side of the skiff, and of course, Janice, my pet turtle, slowly crawling into the folds of my clothes for protection.
	Copyright © 2006 Dale Beran