As I saw him smiling, walking, and carrying I quickly swam underneath the dock listening to his footsteps. Between the cracks under the dock I watched him put together his fishing pole and bait his hook. Then he stood up leaned back and threw out a cast. When the line ricochet off the water, it slowly sank into the water and I gave eyes at the hook. As he sat there for a couple minutes he got tired so he reeled back in. Fisherman, an evil murderer, threw out a cast and tried to hook me out of the water. The tall boy, hurting and aggressive, threw out a cast and then quickly casted back. While the line went moving I swam towards it and got the bait and I got hooked and I am caught and reeled out of the water.
Eye of the Fish
June 1, 2009