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Gone fishing (Part One)

My boots were filled with water, this is after I had beed fishing, stopped by a water-poilce official, only to find out that I had to release all of the twenty-two fish I had caught because my fishing lisense had expired. I was furious.I got into my blue Ford 150 truck, that just happened to be covered in loads of filthy mud, from the drive over to the dock. I searched for my keys…. they weren’t anywhere to be found. I panicked. Where were those keys? I got out of the truck and went back to the boat. There they were, on the edge of my boat about to FALL OFF . I thought in my head, “I need to get those keys without rocking the boat too much…” Plop! Uh oh… there they go into the brownish-grey water of the Vermillion Bay. I was NOT going to dive in that gross, dirty, murky, water that had alligaotrs in it!! So I walked back to my car, got my cell phone, and called my friend Beth to call a tow truck and to come and get me…..

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