For Wednesday Writing Essentials (9/12/12)
The Prompt: Write in any form you desire using the words fishing and green.
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Going Fishing -- a short story
I walked to the edge of the pond with my fishing pole in hand and plopped myself down close to the dead tree limb. The sun was peeping out from behind the fluffy white clouds. The earth was warm and a gentle breeze was blowing. The big green mosquito hawks were darting about over the water surface searching for whatever they search for. I baited my hook with a worm from my syrup bucket container and dropped the hook into the pond water and waited. My old straw fishing hat shaded my eyes for perfect viewing. All was well in my twelve year old world.
The day wore on and the sun was getting lower in the sky. My hook was still in the water and the bobber had not moved except to float around with the ripples created by the racing water bugs. It was finally time to go home. No fish.
As I pulled my fish hook out of the water it created more ripples and the sun came out from behind a cloud at the same time and struck the water at the perfect angle for creating a rainbow across the pond water. A dancing rainbow caused by the ripples from the un-nibbled fish hook. It was my rainbow and I was blessed to gaze in wonder upon such a thing. All was well in my twelve year old world.
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