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[Write the Story] A Fishing Trip

Posted by reudaly on January 12, 2018 in Writing |

Prompt: A Fishing Trip

Words: jig, unsightly, wait, beam, shoulder, grey, reminder, mouth, Canada, river

Story

“Wait. Are you sure we have to go to the river?” George asked, blowing on his fingers in the chilled Canadian morning. He fought the urge to do a bit of a jig to try to keep warm.

“Don’t be a baby, George. It’s just a little cool out. You’ve seen and done more unsightly things in your career.”

“Yes, but that’s my job…this is different. ” George rubbed his shoulder. It ached in the grey dawn, a constant reminder of days gone by, of events he couldn’t remember.

“This is my birthday present, George. You said anything I wanted. This is it.” Her lower lip trembled ever so slightly, but it was enough.

“Come on, then. Let’s go.” George knew he was sunk, hopefully only metaphorically but the way her expression beamed. She smiled with her whole face, not just her mouth. He would do anything for that smile, even going aboard the rickety-seeming boat.

“You won’t regret, George.” She pulled him on deck as the boat cast off.

They were in the middle of the river heading around the bend when she lunged at him with a scaling knife. As his sleeve ripped, it all came screaming back. He dodged as she screamed and went overboard.

“I’m never going fishing again.”

Word Count: 213

Written: 10/25/17

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