The only sign of life were the sea gulls gently resting on the water surface. But Mrs. Duval didn’t give up. People that passed her and her rod were always discouraged. No one would eat the fish from the canal anyway, they said.
Suddenly, Mrs. Duval felt something. A take. Unsure of what she had on the other end of the rod, she stubbornly fought the power and reeled it in. Mrs. Duval knew the canal was full of things, mostly metal. But dynamite? It even looked new. Where did it come from? And what history lies hidden with it?