By M D Smith IV
Grandpa tugged his line and smiled. “Nothin’ like fishing.”
Bobby listlessly cast his line. “It’d be more fun if we caught something.”
Sunlight danced across the old man’s bald head. “Some days are like this, you just meditate and relax.”
Grandpa didn’t notice Bobby’s twitching feet, bouncing knee, or his yawn.
A knockout girl with long brown hair wearing a checked shirt and form-fitting jeans dangled her feet from the dock across the lake. She fixed a lure to her fishing line.
“Grandpa?”
“Yes?”
“I bet fishing’s better across the lake. Closer to that dock. Why don’t we row on over?”
Gosh, it’s 2020 and girls are still just there to keep boys from getting bored… They don’t even deserve names, it seems
This is a flash story about a restless boy fishing with his grandfather. He haven’t met the girl in question yet so naming her wouldn’t make sense.
Lovely!
Very nice. I bet Grandpa saw right through Bobby’s “fishing’s better across the lake” ruse!
Nice story, Doc. I enjoy getting your family updates also. Best wishes from the Spud State.