Friday Fictioneers – Goin’ Fishing

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© Dale Rogerson

Goin’ Fishing

by Miles H. Rost

“Well, that’s the last of ’em.”

“Last of what?”

“The ice fishers. They got their shed off the lake, just in time.”

“Well, what do we do with them gone?”

“We welcome the new anglers in. But, first, we need to make sure the area is cleaned. The ice storm took a lot of branches down.”

“We’re not as young as we used to be.”

“And yet the work never gets done.”

“We’ve spent the last 57 years here.”

“If I had a choice, we’d spend 57 more.”

“huh. 57 more springs. I don’t know if I could do it.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Reflections (on the Lake)

(Author’s note: Still working on the story. Been dealing with some things that have come up since. A little under the weather with a throat infection. Getting better, though.)

 

PHOTO PROMPT – © Adam Ickes

Reflections (On The Lake)

by Miles H. Rost

Paul Marcus looked over the lily-pad covered lake, deep in thought.

“Where did the time go? Not long ago, I was 24 and full of spirit. Now I’m 35 and broken.”

He looked at the small bobs coming up from the lake, stirring a pad or two.

He thought back to the opportunities that were there, that he missed because he was focused on one dream. A one track mind, and that track derailed a year before.

Sitting back in a chair under the shade of a gazebo, he looked at his watch.

12:15PM

“6 more hours until I need to be home.”