Mondays Finish The Story: First and Last

2015-02-09-bw-beachamDropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite.

It was the first anniversary of her father’s passing and fishing was his favorite thing to do. As she waited, she leaned against the railing and stared out into the lake. He brought her here once when she was ten. At first, she wasn’t real enthusiastic about fishing. It was all about making her father happy. She remembered seeing the joy on his face as her squeaky 10-year-old voice announced, “I got a bite,” and he quickly showed her the procedure to reeling in the fish.

They took home three catfishes that time and since then they’ve only been back twice, catching hardly anything each time. By the second time, her father’s patience was next to zero while his temper had flare to levels she’d never seen. “Let’s go.” He said in a hostile voice as she followed frightfully behind him.

What happened to you, dad?

Each week, Mondays Finish the Story challenges our minds by providing with a picture along with the first sentence for us to finish the flash fiction with 100 -150 words based on the picture above.

11 thoughts on “Mondays Finish The Story: First and Last

  1. Yes, I think some kind on worsening illness could be responsible for the change in her father’s personality. Unfortunately, it does happen. I love the way you have written this, Yinglan. The contrast between her father’s ealier love of fishing to his later impatience and hostility is extremely poignant. 🙂

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  2. I feel fairly certain that her father had a health problem that caused his personality to change. I agree that she’s honoring his memory by continuing to fish. Well done, Yinglan. 🙂 — Suzanne


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