|Photo: A preschool-age girl sits on a rock at the edge of a lake|
"Ready, Daddy!" she called, and Daddy came over and helped her cast the line into the lake. To the amazement of both of them, soon the bobber took a dip into the water. Daddy talked her through reeling the keeper-sized fish onto the shore.
"I'll name him Lucky, because he is lucky I caught him!" she proudly announced.
Lucky's luck ran out, though, when he realized this wasn't going to be a catch-and-release situation.
I'm joining again with the Six Sentence Story link-up. Go read the other entries, and feel free to add your own. This week's prompt: release.
Such a clever use of the prompt, and a delightful tail of a little's girls joy in fishing with her daddy! I have memories such as this from when I am a bit older. :-)ReplyDelete
The girl in this story is my daughter, but I, too, have memories of fishing with my Dad.Delete
Great use of the prompt. And a sweet story. I never could fish, too chatty and too restless (that's what they called ADD back then.)ReplyDelete
Fishing is 99% sitting around doing nothing. :-)Delete
Your Six made me smile. We both took a different, yet kind of the same for us, direction in our posts this week.ReplyDelete
This is actually a story about oldest daughter, though I do have good memories of fishing with Dad. However, our posts are similar!Delete
Makes me feel bad for the fish. Great six!ReplyDelete
Yes, Lucky wasn't really so lucky.Delete
The best thing about the internet (in general) and the Six Sentence Story (in particular) when someone offers a glimpse into a moment in a life.ReplyDelete
Thanks. I rely heavily on retelling things that have already happened; creative fiction isn't a strength of mine.Delete
Awww! A lovely story.ReplyDelete
What a sweet story, Kristi. It's extra special because, after reading Pat's Six, it's pretty clear the two of you are talking about the same man :DReplyDelete
Who said the internet is a vast and expansive entity? lol Today, it feels like a cozy neighborhood :)
Actually, she was talking about my dad, and this story was about my daughter and John. However, I can definitely see the similarities in the posts. :-) And we are all family!Delete
Aww poor lucky reminds me of the days when we fished as a family and whoever caught the best fish got first choice for supper.ReplyDelete
It is sometimes hard to distinguish whose fish is whose. :-)Delete
She's a lucky girl to have such times with her family. And knowing how to feed herself. Nice Six!ReplyDelete
Thank you. Family times are the best.Delete
I wonder if she kept him as a pet, or as dinner? Delightful story either way.ReplyDelete
She ate him. I can't even imagine how large an aquarium would have to be to support keeper-size fish! :-)Delete