originally published Dagon no. 26, October-December 1989
And old woman who lives near the fens sweeps up and waits for her husband to return from fishing. She doesn't actually expect him to. The menfolk tend to go off fishing, as if compulsively. They don't come back.
He doesn't come back. But his boots and clothing wash up.
This story is beautifully written, to be sure. But it's actual Lovecraft connection is unsure. Are the menfolk Deep One hybrids? A little more clarity would have helped.
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