One Man’s Trash – by Piri Eddy

… He had taught her everything he knew. How to secure the hook and sinker, what knots to use. How to feel the tension in the line – to work with your catch, not against it. He showed her how to cut the skin, to separate the good from the bad. On the table, he laid out his catch from the lake: a bed spring, two cigarette butts, a crumpled-up bottle. ‘Where’d they come from?’ she asked. ‘From people,’ he said. ‘Back when there was always more.’ …