When it came to commute back from the university, nobody was safe. People either lived alone or walked alone. Sometimes both, giving optimal time for a twisted mind to find an opening and take advantage of it. That must have been what happened to me, because I believe I was one of the lucky few made it through alive.

“Come on, come on, come on!” Lionel yelled as he turned the key.

The car was struggling. Spluttering and grinding itself in response, but no satisfactory answer as given. Eventually, it was fortune that favoured Lionel as he smashed his fist against the dashboard, forcing a wire into the right place. The car roared to life.

The sound was repetitive, digging deeper into my skull each time I heard it. However, the noise could be allowed if it meant blocking the windows up. The wind was howling today, I hated that sound a lot more. When I had finished blocking the sound with the palm of my hands, I picked up a hammer and set to work.

“The bait is one thing that will help get a bite,” my father murmured. “However, it is the lure that attracts them. That is fishing in a nutshell. Bait helps, but a great lure is a must.”

“Yeah, I understand that,” I replied. “But you know what would be a great, if we could use those special sound effects that attract fish.”

The morning was a dark, filled with grey clouds and cold weather.  Despite this I still managed to struggle out of bed. There is one thing I never understood about my family is that they always seem to sleep in a lot longer than me. Of course, it comes down to how much work that needs to be done. In my case, it was plenty.