The One That Got Away

He'd been sitting by the river all day, line in the water, not getting a single bite.
It was an ideal opportunity to knock back a dozen or so supermarket brand lagers and smoke that little bit of black he'd had hidden away for months.
The line moved as if under the weight of a beast of a fish.
In his excitement the man fell drunkenly into the water. The current was stronger than he expected and he was far too drunk and stoned to swim against it. He let the river carry him.
The fish that had been hooked somehow managed to wriggle free.