Fishing: 99 Word Flash Fiction


© irene waters 2018

The road stretched out long and straight through the desert.  Signs of civilisation  appeared. Bait 1 km. Fishing tackle Menindee General Store. “It’s hard to believe…” I stopped for now in front of me I saw a huge lake. An oasis that replaced the red sand.

“Yep, its hard to believe.” The water shimmered in the sunlight. We stopped and bought gear and headed to the waters edge. We fished all afternoon without a bite but our friendship was becoming as solid as cement.

On returning to our friend’s place he said ” Well they caught you hook, line and sinker.”

In response to Charli’s prompt where this week she asks:

April 26, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a fish tale. It can be about fishing from any angle, about those who fish, or what might be caught. Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by May 1, 2018. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social. You may leave a link, pingback or story in the comments.

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During our early days when friendship was all there was we did a lot of fishing. Everywhere we went we seemed to pull out a line. Only occasionally did we catch anything which was very lucky as neither of us could do the necessaries to get the fish to the dining room table. We felt so guilty pulling the hook out of their mouths we really were relieved when we didn’t get a bite. The peace and calm and conversation was really all we wanted. To this day we don’t know whether Lake Menindee has fish in it or not.

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© irene waters 2018

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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16 Responses to Fishing: 99 Word Flash Fiction

  1. Norah says:

    Great flash and explanation, Irene. Sometimes we just need those excuses to be together and converse, or not.

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  2. I think most fishing is like this, Irene. A lovely relaxed time to catch up with friends.

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  3. You got what you were fishing for. And don’t forget the adage: A bad day of fishing is better than a good day at work.

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  4. We get what we wish for. This time the warning, Be careful, is not warranted.

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  5. athling2001 says:

    Nice way to cement a friendship.

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  7. Charli Mills says:

    Fishing is not always about the fish! Your lake description reminds me of one I saw in southern Utah where the sand was so red, the water looked even bluer. I also enjoyed your reflection on the real story behind the flash.

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