Charli Mills invites us to write this weeks tale using the prompt below in 99 words (no more, no less).
April 26, 2018, prompt: 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.
Fishing Reflections
It was the one thing he had in common with his father, their love of fishing. The amicable silence they shared once their rods were cast, waiting for a bite or better still, catch. The only noise came from the stream trickle as water bubbled over mossy rubble and rocks.
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A year after his burial, he packed his most prized tackle, loaded his truck and set off for their spot. He was comforted by the familiar stream bubble and poured whisky from his flask. Casting his rod he whispered goodbye to his boy, remembering the amicable silence once shared.
Sad, especially as it was the son who had died.
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I wasn’t expecting the ending. Losing a child is not the natural course of things.
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Father / son — fishing, tears.
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Beautifully written and poignant.
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Thank you 🙂
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The ending took me aback. Lovely but sad story.
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Thank you 🙂
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