Gone Fishing – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
Al’s photo this week
is provided by the delightful Jules Paige, a wonderful lady and beloved friend of this scribbler.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.

© Jules Paige

Click here to hear me read this 90-second story:
Gone Fishin’

I love it up in the Trossachs.
The National Park here contains twenty-two lochs, including world-famous Loch Lomond, the 40-mile long sea loch, Loch Fyne, and Scotland’s only lake, the Lake of Menteith.
I like to fish in one of the smaller, lesser-known lochs.
I won’t tell you the name, it is off the beaten track and I enjoy the tranquility.
Back when I was married my wife would nag me for spending my weekends alone in the wilderness.
I guess it is one of the reasons we are no longer together.
But I was happy sitting all day with just the midges for company.
The scenery is idyllic, the grass and trees vibrantly green, the great heather-clad bens reflected in the calm surface of the water, birds in abundance.
Paradise.
And I would sometimes catch a nice brown trout or pike perch.
She would be happy to cook and eat that, as long as I gutted it first.
Funny enough, I don’t eat what I catch now, since she left.
Well, I say ‘left’, probably a better word would be ‘disappeared’.
I am fussy about what I eat.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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13 Responses to Gone Fishing – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. julespaige says:

    Just wanted to also mention thanks for the kind words…I hope to get to this prompt soon, myself.
    First time though I’m reading others stories before writing my own. And I may just get stumped!
    🙂

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  2. Mandie Hines says:

    Sounds like a most tranquil location. I feel a little guilty about being so amused that the wife didn’t leave so much as she “disappeared.”

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  3. My daughter lives at Gartmore in the Trossachs National Park. I always think there’s something odd about the taste of the fish at the Oak Inn.

    Click to read my story

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  4. Iain Kelly says:

    Won’t the fish taste sweeter now, or maybe more bitter?

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  5. handmadejewelryhaven says:

    Well. I guess she spends most of her time with him now. In perpetuity.

    – Lisa

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  6. Concrete boots and having a chat with the fishes. Great ending there CE.

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  7. julespaige says:

    Oh the secrets a lost loch can hold…
    Well played. I think there may have been some gaters in those waters 😉

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  8. Dear CE,

    Thank you for my sudden loss of appetite. Wonderful set up to a subtly grisly end. Serenity is obviously based on knowing where to stash the remains.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  9. This is descriptive nostalgia at its very best. Loaded with sarcasm, too. Well done, CR.

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  10. emmylgant says:

    Fussy eater aye?
    Throwing a catch back seems a waste though.
    But I guess it’s the collateral damage of peace.
    Good story and misdirection to the implied conclusion.

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