Spring Fling Contest
By Deb Buschman 150 words
I find a stick and peel the bark.
Nice and smooth the perfect start.
A piece of string that’s strong and true.
Now for a hook, this clip will do.
A bucket, a net and camera in hand.
Up the stairs I go.
What will I land?
I wait and wait and wait some more.
Peer over the port side, where’s the shore?
I’ve drifted far and make a wish.
Oh please, oh please let me catch a fish.
A wiggle.
A jerk.
A pull.
IT’S ON!
I tug and tug and tug then…
GONE!
I grab more bait.
I can’t give up.
I just need a little luck.
I cast it far and let it bob.
I feel it tighten.
I won’t be robbed.
I reel it slow.
It’s a big one, I know.
WHOOSH!
Splat!
It flops on the deck.
I take a picture, then…
throw it back.