
At long last I am back with Six Sentences. I will save the excuses. The prompt word from our gracious hostess Denise at GirlieOntheEdge is “grip”. While I have also been slack at Carrot Ranch, and this is way beyond the 99 words required there, this story is a nod to the August 5th prompt which is now closed and to the current prompt which is to “write a story, using cacophony“. I thank my prompters and also Marge who led me back to the page.
Kayaking was Marge’s doorway to more fishing spots; just a little launch area and a lake was all hers, no matter how many private camps and docks.
Maybe Marge shouldn’t have used her egress to be fishing off of a private dock, but she needed to stretch and it looked like a good spot and though she wasn’t a believer in all that unicorn crap, she took the presence of a child’s unicorn floatie on the end of the dock as a good sign.
A week day, the lake and its camps were quiet, the only sound the birds, squirrels and now the whir of Marge’s cast line and quick snap of the bail then her startled grunt of approval when right away she got a hard hit, the drag zzzzzzzzing as the line unspooled, the squelch of her soles on wet dock, the splash of bass bursting through sun-sparkled water and more grunts of pleasure as Marge determined she would bring in this fish, no matter what.
Her eyes on the line, Marge didn’t notice that she’d put one foot into the middle of the unicorn floatie there on that wet dock, then the other, all the while keeping the tension on the line and that bass going every which way, then a sudden jerk as it pulled against her and it was then that Marge slipped right off the dock, her feet ringed by the unicorn, and, when she plunged ringed-feet first into the water, she became firmly ringed around her ample middle, stuck in the floatie but still gripping her fishing rod, barely managing to set the drag tighter before losing her footing on the muddy bottom, the unicorn now getting towed across the small lake splishing and squeaking with it’s rider wrapped around it’s neck, still clutching the pole that connected them to the relentless bass.
Fortunately, when the bass finally tired Marge could plant her feet to stand and reel it in. She walked ashore with full shoes gurgling, an inflatable unicorn rubbering at her waist, trophy fish now in hand, and with a smile brighter than rainbow skittles.
She caught both a bass and a unicorn.
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It was quite a day for our Marge!
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“The Old Man and the Sea”, but for 21st century sensibilities! Genius.
Sounds like your vacation with C was inspirational for both of you! ❤
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Yep.
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No unicorns were rubbered on any vacationer nor were fish caught though fish tales were told. 😀
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As an angler for all of my youthful years, this was a delight! Reminds me to take it up again. Kudos to Marge for hanging on! LOL
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Happy fishing!
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Nothing less than superb, D. Can’t imagine anyone but the bass disagreeing. 🙂
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Thanks Doug. Glad to have netted this one finally,
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Go Marge! I do believe the unicorn floatie was intrinsic in her big catch. Kept her afloat while she hung on to that rod 😀 Yup. It was a combined effort 😀
Good to see you and Marge at the Six 🙂
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Thank you. All I can say is, retirement ain’t as easy as they say. But Marge pushed through and gave me the needed shove. Thanks for leaving the light on.
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What a, descriptive isn’t the right word, tangible almost does it… near-tactile in imagery
(Damn! Can’t find the word. It’s on the tip of my fingers. Will return when I find it.)
Good Six
Good to read you again.
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Clark! I was by your place but wasn’t able to leave a comment due to my recent techno woes. The warm wonderful comment I tried to leave got disappeared. But I sure did like the suspense threaded throughout that superb Six.
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Worthy of a film or TV scene – visual and able to bring a big smile after some tension.
Lol, excellent choice for a floatie! 😁🦄
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Thanks! Just following the advice to write what you know…
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A little unicorn magic surely helped Marge reel that big fish in! Splendid Six, D.
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Thank you.
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Having been around those who like to fish, and knowing some of the sounds and scenes, this was a pure delight to read. You made it so easy to visualize. I was right there bobbing on the water with Marge!
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Thanks!
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What can I say about this fabulous piece that hasn’t already been said?! No way to have kept it under 99 words because it was just perfect as is. So visual, I could see every uni-corny thing happening as it did. Great job, D. ~nan
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Thank you Nan, glad you enjoyed this.
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Marge is dogged (unicorned?) in her pursuit to land that bass! I love the scene as it unfolded.
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Thanks for coming by. (Do I still get points for getting a unicorn in, even if it’s more than 99 words?)
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This reminds me of when my friend was trying to help her young son when they were getting in bumper boats, had one foot on her boat, one on her son’s, and the next thing she knew, she was on her bottom in the pool with her feet still on the boats!
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Ha! I’m glad she’s okay, that was quite a precarious position to be in.
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Bwahaha what a scene D! I could picture it perfectly and am still grinning at her floating in the water.
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Glad it worked. I do have fun with Marge and the gang, so always pleased when others do too.
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Heeheehee! You’ve given us a visual treat here.
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As did you. I am having techno difficulties so please forgive me for not making the rounds.
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A delightful grin with my morning coffee – who could ask for anything more.
(Sometimes it takes more n’ 99 words and that’s mighty fine sometimes too!)
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Glad to have added humor to your coffee. Marge was adamant about getting back to the page in whatever form would fit her.
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