My Mom’s New Friend
“Any bites yet?”
“Well, sunset is a great time for the fish to change their minds and come up to grab a tasty worm.”
He was trying so hard. My mom was so happy with him.
I was too, mostly. Except for days like this.
I wanted to tell him I had plenty of bits. The mosquitos were feasting on my legs.
I wanted to ask ‘If the fish are nibbling so great at sunset, why have we already been here five hours!’ But I wasn’t going to say a word.
Mom was happy. Happier than she had been for a long time.
I was happy… mostly… just not today.
So I kept my mouth shut.
Dragging his three-legged chair over, Jeff sat down. “Bring your line in. Let’s check the bait.”
Reluctantly, I did.
“Wow!” he exclaimed, “they’ve munched that old worm to bits. Let’s put on another.”
I reached in to lift out another night crawler. These things are so disgusting. I hope my squeamishness doesn’t show on my face. Bravely, I threaded its head- I guess that’s its head- and wrapped its body around my hook twice. Just like Jeff had shown me. Then I hooked its other end firmly in place.
Pleased my bobber landed midway in the lake, I relaxed.
Jeff had done likewise as he was watching me… casting downwind so that our lines wouldn’t cross.
“You gotta dance your line a little. Make’em think that old bugger is alive.” As he showed me how to dance better I watched his bobber jump slightly out of the water and land. He did that several times. “Now, you give it a try.”
“Almost,” he said. “Use more wrist action. Pretend you are a gunfighter in one of your X-box games and just give your rod a swift draw.”
“Great. Now a little slower, but be jerky with it,” he continued. “Prefec…..”
I screamed. “My bobber…. My bobber… It’s gone. Something’s got it!”
“Easy. … Easy.” Jeff had laid down his rod and was right by side. “Reel him in slowly. Keep the line tight.”
I tried. The bobber was busy going downstream.
“You’ve got a bigg’n.” he said. He sounded as excited as I felt. “Just keep the line tight and slowly wind him in.”
I was shaking all over.
Maybe the day wasn’t going to turn out so bad after all.
Written for Writer’s Digest Flash Fiction February Challenges: Challenge #16 Today’s prompt is to write about boring becoming something exciting.