Sorrow Fishing

A pillow-shaped man with a grey beard and ponytail wearing a sleeveless khaki jacket and a black fishing hat sitting on a blue fishing tackle box that had a 'Shakespeare' bumper sticker on the back of it was fishing in the lake. Fishing was not allowed in the lake, as several signs around the lake made clear. I had been sent to deal with the man, that was my job. I approached the man and told him he couldn't fish here. He said he wasn't fishing, he said that he had written a poem on a piece of paper, hooked it like bait on his hook, and had cast it into the lake with his fishing rod.

'Anything?' I asked him.

'Nothing,' he said.

Reviews

[No one]

Briljant, i like the sort of open end. Makes people think :)

[groisht]

Thank you, I had an alternative ending where a giant mutant duck came over and read the poem and said that it was rubbish, but I thought I'd leave it like this.

[No one]

Hahahaha, if you made it the Loch ness monster who come over i would have liked it even more.

[groisht]

D****t! The one that got away!

[Marie]

Interesting. Poignant flash fiction.