Darkheart

Hot summer, dry air, almost everyone was sitting in their apartments with fans and air conditioners, and some were in some shade, drinking cold drinks or eating ice cream. And you were sitting under the bridge, and you were still hot.
–Caught!
a voice rang out and a fish flew into your face... wet and slimy.
–Oh, sorry, we didn't mean to
The deity laughed as he threw the fish into the bucket, attaching the bait back to the line, and then he threw the bait back into the water, waiting for a new catch