By Geja Hadderingh
Bill held the fish steadily in his hand, admiring its natural beauty. Lowering it back into the burbling river, he pushed it to his left and watched it swim upstream. Filled with joy from his first catch, Bill flicked his hook in search of the next capture; another fleeting pleasure.
That evening, as he stared at the gorgeous blue eyes dominating his screen, Bill absorbed the comeliness and read about her sophisticated life he would never share. He swiped to the left and let her features float away. A new smiling face appeared, as quickly as the previous one drifted downstream.
Funny, yet sad. Well written. Good end to the 101year.
I enjoyed reading that: a clever and emotionally resonant observation.
Thank you for your feedback.
Thank you. Enjoyed writing it.
Thanks John. Looking forward to a new year of 101 words.
Very nice, Geja! I’m sure things like this happen a lot.
Scott
Thanks. There’s a lot of beauty around …
Nice metaphorical and creative writing.
Thanks for your positive thoughts.
Very nice metaphor! Thoughtful and different.
Thanks Kathy!
Beautifully evocative. Strong imagery. Just… lovely.
Hi ab. That’s very kind. Thanks.
Aw. this was bittersweet. enjoyed reading it. cheers
Hi Julie. Glad you enjoyed it. Cheers to a new year of 101 words.
Fish and women. Nice metaphors for catch and loss.
I love the analogy that one can appreciate beauty without needing to capture or own it.
Love the juxtaposition of fish with women. Seems Bill is happy with his fleeting moments of joy. Very original and well-done.