photo courtesy of Na’ama Yehuda
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Na’ama for the photo
‘C’mon son, eat up your bacon, your dad’s already gone to the quayside.
A lovely Cornish day, perfect for mackerel fishing. Got you gear got your
snack ? I left it on the side for you next to the bait. Yummy ! Chopped up
bits of eel and dogfish heads.’
‘Morning dad, I’ll do the mooring lines.’
Dad steers the boat into the deep clear water beyond the harbour, a good five mileS out to sea.
‘Right son, drop anchor and we’ll bait our rods. ‘
‘Here’s the tub ….guess what…. It’s full of cherry ice-cream…’