The Fisherman


So he went with some friends from work on a fishing trip.  As they popped open some beers, he drank in the wind, while the boat was leaving the harbor. As a writer, he was soaking in the sea further out, mind on another poem. Drifting.

But he did come to fish, and fish he did! Muscles aching from reeling it in, a giant sea bass! Just right for the table. And when he arrived back home, he truly was a hero. This is one story where the big one did not get away! It barely fit into the freezer.

Later as he told his story, his wife’s eyes were filled with admiration, and yes even some longing. Not much more of the story can be told here. But let’s just say, after the children were asleep, the lights were dimmed, and the curtains drawn. And the fisherman returned from the sea!

She always did love his beard……..and he always loved her hands……..on his face.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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