snapshot-by justin willis

It was a bitter cold day. Frost was covering the dock and the entry way making it impossible to touch anything without getting an icy burst of pain. Three people in the street were watching their breath as it steamed due to the unnatural cold. They were wearing warm coats to protect them from the cold morning weather. They were walking in the mist of the shoreline, carrying gleaming cages, with long chains attached, ready to catch the haul of the day. They bent over the slippery dock and dipped the cages, full of bait, into the water, sparkling from the days first shine of light from the sun. They dipped to the very bottom of the sea, when it hit rock bottom they stopped, holding the chains. For a long time they stood like that, it was impossible to tell how long. Until the chains vibrated from something they had in there. They pulled their chains up it seemed to take forever, from the anticipation to see what they had caught. When at last it was pulled up with the clatter of claws on metal and a flurry of red, they had caught an enormous amount of crabs, ready to crackle from the boiling water set up, because they cook the poor crabs alive.