Sunday, September 4, 2022

The slow reel

 Marie cast the line far out into the lake and started to reel it in slowly. The weather was on the cusp of turning, but that was fine; the rain would bring the fish to the surface. A few moments later, the first drops speckled the surface. Fifty yards to her right a doe and her calf broke the treeline, halting before cautiously edging to the water. The rain was pouring down now. Marie continued to reel the line, not caring whether it lured a fish. That was incidental to process. The deer disappeared into the forest leaving her alone.


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1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Interesting how the process - the action - of fishing can be much more meaningful than actually catching fish can. I like the way you capture that, Rob, and I really like the visual imagery.