knife, fishing, baptism
Jerry pulled his knife out of Orfeo's back. He stuck it in the sand and pulled it out again clean. Orfeo moaned and turned over. He had passed out on the sandbar after Jerry threw a warm beer at his head to get him to stop singing. Orfeo sang a high note and collapsed into the canoe. "You sea cow. Let's move," Jerry said. Orfeo rolled over in the sand and saw the penknife in Jerry's hand. "Hey, all right!" Orfeo didn't even know he'd been stabbed.
Inscape: Vol. 7:
3, Article 5.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol7/iss3/5