It’s not far from the town, his shady fishing spot. He’d been using it since he was a boy; now there were townies showing up with picnic bags. And children. Who brought weans fishing? It’s not as if they learn anything.
Fishing isn’t childminding. It’s not for wee girls to be playing at. They’re all chat and giggles and hairstyles and imagination. They have big dreams, big mouths and ridiculous colourful wellies. They see shapes in the clouds and necklaces in the greenery. They bring toys and leave emptiness.
He missed his grandchildren. The city is too far away.
This is my first attempt at Julia’s 100 word challenge for grown ups; thanks for the push, Isobel. The picture comes from Mari’s World.
Title inspiration, humour, beautiful music and gorgeous George
me, mine, and other bits 
Very lovely!
Thank you- testing out the water, and enjoying it 🙂
Ooh, I like this Fiona… I want to know more! I also like how it reflects how all things change.
I think I’d like to know more too! Maybe i’ll find it someday
I love the simplicity of reality, nice one Fiona x
Hello Michael! Good to see you here 🙂 The photo made me think of the river out by Knockmoyle, and then the rest just happened
A poignant moment. Well done, Fiona!
I think I may play along again- thanks for your support Lynda
This transported me to playing along the creek at my Mamaw’s, Fiona. Thank you.
Andra, I’m just so chuffed it worked! I like the 100 words idea- not enough to be overwhelming, but enough to make me think about how I was writing, rather than my normal mind dump 🙂 Little steps.
(told ya you are a writer!)
PS. More, more!
*blushes, and bows*
<:-D
Loved it!
I could hear the chatter, the water and the rustle in the trees.
More please!
I’ll bet the bloggy buddies will hear us chattering next week 🙂
I am looking forward to it and resting my ribs so that I might be able to laugh by then.
Beautiful. Both wonder and longing come through, and I immediately entered into the feelings. Keep going…
Ooh, thank you. Everyone is being very encouraging; I might just have to keep trying out of badness
That last line got me after his grumpiness he then admits to missing his grandchildren. Well done.
Thanks, Sally, and welcome.
Great stuff Speccy. Very atmospheric. Did you enjoy writing it?
Very much, Isobel. I’d thought I might just keep my early attempts locked away until I got brave, but I knew that day wouldn’t come, so my burst of enthusiasm led me to post it. I can’t guarantee I’ll post every week, but I’m aiming to try!
They are fun to do aren’t they. I loev the way a story just seems to form, and with the word limit it is like a glimpse through a window.
Wonderfully done!
Sad but poignant. Well done.
When I gave my baby girl the list of available summer camps, she chose fishing of all things. Now, I’m not of the opinion that fishing is just for boys, and she can scab her knees and examine dead bugs with the best of them. But fishing?!?! So bizarre. I’ll have to get her some gloves or something. And disinfectant. *shudders* (Lovely story, speccy.) 🙂
I loved this, Fiona. Fishing affords us what we don’t get anywhere else: silence. Contemplaton. Second-guessing nature as man has been for millions of years.