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Breaking the Surface MAG
I remember fishing with
my grandfather in Ontario where
the crystal blue waters of Eagle Lake
stretched for miles. Red boats lined up
like soldiers glinting in
the sunlight. Grizzled old men smelling
of fish and worms stampeded
toward the dock, leaving my grandfather and me
coughing in a cloud of dust. We
ambled down to our boat.
The motor
sputtered and finally grew
to a thunderous roar, and we
sped off. The water, white and frothy from
the blurred revolutions of the motor,
splashed up in my face and stung my cheeks.
Hours later after absolutely
no activity, a slight tug
jerked my grandfather's pole.
He sprang into action,
leaning back with all
his might, pulling
the end of the line. Ten minutes
later, with sweat beads dripping
down his forehead and
burning his eyes,
a twig surfaced. then
a bigger branch, then
the whole trunk. Dejected, my grandfather
pulled his hat down tighter, turned
his back to me, and I just stared
at the back of his head,
imagining his embarrassment and
trying to hide my laughter.
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