The Trout Opera

Matt Condon

On the veranda of the Buckley’s Crossing Hotel, reclining in dimpled leather armchairs, Judges Carrington and Thorpe observed in silence the giant trout shuffling across the bridge. It was almost dusk, and the two elderly men, nursing malt whiskies after a day’s fishing, said nothing of the appa…

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