A Fishing Tale

You never can trust a fisherman or girl

I raced the sun to claim my position on the water’s edge. I have enjoyed this quiet spring morning. The cresting of the day, pelicans resting on the peer and bait fish  splashing around.  Soon I noticed this small girl skipping to the docks end. Curiously, I watched her tie what looked like a bone to the end of her fishing line.

I wondered where her family was. She seemed too young to be allowed out, on her own. She giggled loudly as she flung her lure with purpose. It zipped through the air as far as she could throw it. Without noticing I found myself slowly working my way around the cove getting closer to her side. Her little pink overalls and pigtails of wheat were adorable. If she caught nothing at all this day, I was hooked for sure.

Once I rounded the curve of the beach I could hear her calling out, “Spot! Here Spot!” at first I thought she was calling for her pup. It took me a while before I could tell for certain. She was calling to something in the water.

“Silly girl,” I chuckled. I couldn’t stop watching. I had stopped fishing all together, still working my way toward her. She would fling her line and reel it back as fast as she could, giggling loudly, and calling for Spot. I had been so engrossed watching the lass, the quake that followed her lure had eluded me.

Within twenty minutes, I had made my way around the pointe and was standing on the dock next to her. “You won’t catch much making all that racket.” I told her.

“I can, catch you,” she sheepishly said.

I let out a boisterous belly laugh and grabbed my side. My eye was on her line. I listened to it sing as she franticly reeled it in. Her smile was enormous and filled with expectations.

“Yeah!” She hollered. “You made it here just in time!” She shrieked.

I glanced her way and gave her a quick wink and turned my attention back to the thundering quake that pursued her makeshift lure. I shook my head what could be pursuing a silly ham bone. My eyes were glued to the water.

 With no time to react or even scream a large beast of the sea lunged toward me.  They say your life flashes before you, right before you die, but that is not so. My memories seemed to be spilled upon the sand.

Once again I found myself standing on that peer. I was in daze and the ghost child reached up her hand to me.

“come sit with me and let’s see who else we can catch.”

Author's Note

a tale for our next fishing trip

Reviews

[Jacob Clifford]

Wow! This little tale certainly snagged me. It was pleasant enough reading the scenic descriptions in the beginning, and then the enigmatic girl held attention the rest of the way. And that ending caught me by complete surprise. Very cool.

[Cherrie]

Thank you Clifford, we spend a lot of time fishing,and I want to mix it up a bit.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

A very cute little tale, with an original twist, nicely done ...

[Cherrie]

Thank you, Marvin. I had fun writing it. I need to work on it a little but can never find the time. :)

[Rahul Patil]

Nice! And I hope this will be a gee-whiz experience, if happens. ;)

[Norman 223]

A jug of poteen ,plus a large helping of blarney, and Bejabers, you have the biggest fishing story on this Spot...... I fell for it hook , line and sinker.

Norman

[Cherrie]

I am full of it, and thank you

[RaeAlyn]

Cool! Did not expect that.

[Cherrie]

my granddaughter always wants a wild story when we go fishing

[RaeAlyn]

Well what the little girl was fishing was definitely not expected.

[Cherrie]

LOL, yes I've been knocking that story around in my head all week. Finally decided to set it to paper.

[RaeAlyn]

Maybe she'd like my story "Rough Waters". I'd love for you to give me your thoughts and suggestions.

[Cherrie]

I was just reading that will give you a review once I'm done :)