Death in the Polka Dot Shoes: A Novel. Marlin Fitzwater
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DEATH IN THEPOLKA DOT SHOES
— A Novel —
by
M ARLIN F ITZWATER
Death in the Polka Dot Shoes: A Novel
Copyright ©2011 by Marlin Fitzwater
ISBN-13 978-1-926918-69-3
First Edition
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Fitzwater, Marlin, 1942-
Death in the polka dot shoes [electronic resource] : a novel /
written by Marlin Fitzwater. – 1st ed.
Electronic monograph in PDF format.
ISBN 978-1-926918-69-3
Also available in print format.
I. Title.
PS3606.I89D42 2011a 813'.6 C2011-904638-5
Cover Art by Judy Ward
Cover Design by Mari Abercrombie and Isaac Fer
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, architecture and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the express written permission of the publisher.
Publisher: CCB Publishing
British Columbia, Canada
Dedication
For All Those Men And Women Who Make Their Living On The Water.
Other books written by Marlin Fitzwater
Call the Briefing!
A Memoir: Ten Years in the White House
with Presidents Reagan and Bush
Esther’s Pillow: A Novel
Sunflowers:
A Collection of Short Stories
“Listen for the oyster music.”
--Shady Side, Maryland waterman
Contents
His shoes were never found. My brother apparently was leaning over the side of his thirty-six foot fishing boat about two miles off the coast of Cape Hatteras, sweating from having to work the giant blue fin tuna for nearly an hour, almost sick from the ache in his arms, yet about to land the biggest catch of his life. With a gaff hook in his left hand, ready to tear into the side of the two hundred pound fish, he twisted his right wrist into the last few feet of leader line for one final hoist of the fish into the boat. But facing the certainty of death, the tuna gathered itself for one final whack at freedom. Its gills began to heave and its marble eye focused on Jimmy’s cap, which read “Cedar Winds Boat Works.” In that instant, Jimmy must have known the violence