“I threw both my phones in, one after the other. The splashing sounds they made in the dark were like two trout rising for stoneflies. Trout that sleep in the eddies behind round river boulders. Trout that wake up at dawn and hide all day by pretending to be shadows.” PhonesTroutPaper TargetsSaroff Book:Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder Source: Paper Targets: Art Can Be Murder