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Flash Fiction #7 – Fishing for Votes (Flash! Friday)

For the second week in a row, I’ve entered Flash! Friday and I’ve got another quick flash fiction for you.  The prompt for this one was to include a politician and base the story on a photograph of a couple men fishing in Yugoslavia.  Although the photo has them using nets, I used something a bit different.  Check it out:

Fishing for Votes

The motorboat parted the coastal waters of the northern Pacific Ocean. Two fishing rods bobbed with the motion of the waves.

“Tell you what, Carl,” said the thin man. “If you catch something impressive, I’ll back you.”

Carl smiled and leaned back in his seat. “You know I’ll win, Jeff.”

“We’ll see. You’re an amateur at this.”

“I may just have raw talent,” he said as he noticed his rod bending down and the left. “This amateur’s got something.”

“Beginner’s luck.”

Carl snatched his fishing rod and reeled in the fish. He pulled up and grunted. “It’s a big one.”

“Probably seaweed,” Jeff said, laughing.

Carl fought the fish, but slowly, the fishing line came up from the depths. The fish slapped its tail on the surface and Carl pulled it in.

“Damn, it’s a king salmon. I guess I’ll have to back your nomination for party leadership.”

Carl grinned. “Too bad I can’t be king.”

Hope you enjoyed it.  Thanks for reading!

Wow! Moment: Killer whales

Have you ever tried fishing on the ocean?  I’ve done it many times with my grandfather and dad.  My grandparents lived on Vancouver Island, and we often went fishing for salmon whenever we visited them.  Sometimes we caught plenty of fish, while other times, we caught nothing.  One time, we went back after catching only some seaweed.  Most of the time, we spent our time just watching our fishing rods bouncing as we went over the waves, as well as watching the sonar to see if there were any fish down there.  If we were close to the shore, we sometimes saw seals.  But there was one very special time.

It was just like any other time that we went fishing.  We weren’t catching many fish, but it was fairly relaxing.  I don’t recall how old I was, but probably when I was in junior high school.  The weather was calm and the waves were small.  I remember that I was looking north when we saw the fin.  And then another and another and another.  They weren’t just to the north, they were to the south as well.  And east.  And west!  They were all around us!  It was a pod of resident killer whales.  They were swimming to the southwest, closer to shore.  They were probably following some salmon, which is also what we were looking for.  The moment we realised that we were surrounded by a pod of killer whales, I had to say “Wow!”  That was a remarkable experience.