Five Sentence Fiction: “Anchor”

“It’s from Minerva.”

“Did she sink?”

“She was taken by a monster, one of the big ones, just past the mouth of the bay. Damn thing swam in, reared up, spat the anchor onto the dock, and we dragged it up here to the church,” he said, clearly reliving the memory as he described it. After a moment, he confided, “Better a monument: it’d be bad luck to use it again.”