gone fishing a contest entry |
I made my way to the pool bar, and chose a spot by the sea wall. Nobody used this I sat on the wall and resting my back on the back of the adjoining wall which was the deep sea diving school A little fishing harbour was close to the hotel. My mind went to when I spent many hours here with my late husband, he liked to be on his own and didn't mix well with other holiday people. ' I'm no buying my beer at they prices.' said Donald in hid Glasgow accent and producing a six pack from the local super market neer by the hotel. I returned to reality and raised my binoculars to my eyes, the fishing boat was going out to there morning catch. The fisher men wave at me as they passed, I smiled and thought 'This bathing suit is attracting the fisher men.' And I wondered what Don would have said if he were here.' I looked through the binoculars and there he was the little old man in his tiny boat, he was still fishing and he was still providing the chef with fish. I sat on Dons favourite wall for a little while and then decided I needed company. 'Sorry Don I'm going to join the living.' and I thought I heard him answer OK. 200 words. |