The Fisherman’s Tale

This is my second contribution to Mondays Finish the Story – an excellent flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. The challenge requires us to write a piece of fiction between 100-150 words from the photo and first line prompt provided by Barbara.

In fact, this was my original effort. Then I had another thought and wrote that out: effort number two. Then, not particularly happy with either of those, I wrote a third! That was the one I published yesterday. Now I’ve had another look at my first story and have decided to give it a go. The second version can stay where it is . . . it’s somewhat ‘darker’.

So, here is this week’s photo . . .

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. . . and this is my story, including the first line prompt:

Dropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite.

It wasn’t often that Molly came fishing, more often than not satisfied just living in this beautiful place. But alone by the lake she could contemplate her life: the lies and deceit – and the fun.

Sometimes, thoughts of those things excited her, made her long for the next time. That insatiable urge would rise in her chest, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. How it amused her.

Tomorrow, hordes of gullible fishermen would start streaming in, all vying to win the prize. She laughed to think how they believed the tale: a fish of such proportions as to warrant the name of ‘monster’!

Her sleek black wetsuit with its mermaid-styled rear waited at her father’s hotel across the lake. She would permit the fools a glimpse of tail – perhaps a dorsal fin; enough to engender a tale, encourage the odd snapshot…

Dad’s hotel had positively boomed this year.

149 words

If you’d just like to view some of the other entries, click the link here.

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About milliethom

I am a reader and writer of historical fiction with a keen interest in the Earth's history and all it involves, both physically and socially. I like nothing better than to be outdoors, especially in faraway places, and baking is something I do when my eyes need respite from my computer screen.
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15 Responses to The Fisherman’s Tale

  1. Hmm interesting, I expected the line to catch something, but, it was lurking in the nearby daddy’s hotel. I love it!

    • milliethom says:

      Thank you, Joycelin. I love your choice of word ‘lurking’. It conveys the idea of something dangerous or underhand to me. I think the suit was more of the latter! 🙂

  2. babso2you says:

    I thoroughly enjoyed that Millie! What a way to get people to come to the lake! 🙂 Thank you for participating again, and I hope that you return for the upcoming Mondays challenge! Be well… ^..^

  3. penshift says:

    I swear that’s why there are sightings of the Loch ness monster so often. I call that good business sense. 😉

  4. A fishy story indeed, lol! But thoroughly entertaining and a good way to boost tourism

  5. John Yeo says:

    Wonderful! ~ I love the thought of so many anglers in the bar discussing the huge tail on the one that got away~ Lovely take two Millie ~ I read the other one first ~ 🙂

    • milliethom says:

      Thank you for reading both stories, John! I actually wrote three and couldn’t decide which i liked best. I think to put three up would be pushing it a bit, though. Haha. Anyway, you’re right about fisherman’s tales. Look what they did for the Loch Ness Monster’s fame! 🙂

  6. Well done, Millie. There for a while I though perhaps a real monste was going to appear. I’m afraid she’s going to have a problem one of these days pulling that prank. Good story. 🙂 — Suzanne

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