The Fishing Trip
“Been forever since I fished these waters. Or any. Won’t be much good.”
Joe watched as his grandfather stood in the shallows, silent and motionless. He hadn’t been himself since Gran died.
“Ya know, Gramps,” said Joe quietly, “you always said it didn’t matter if we caught anything, just that we get our toes wet and try. Gran would want you to get your toes wet.”
Gramps looked down at the water splashing over the toes of his boots.
“Well, I’m halfway there already…”
Gramps straightened his hat, stepped out of his boots, and splashed into the cool water.
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Written in response to the April 26, 2018, flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch Communications.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a fish tale. It can be about fishing from any angle, about those who fish, or what might be caught. Go where the prompt leads.
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A sweet twist in the end, about *truly* connecting to/finding serenity in the world around you! <3
Thank you, Liz!
It seems like Gramps is taking a step toward recovering from his loss, with the urging of his grandson. Lovely fish tale. – Molly
Thanks, Molly! Yes, Gramps is moving forward. I liked the idea of the young leading the old with his own advice.
I enjoyed the restorative feel set in your flash, Lisa.
Thanks, Charli.