June 24th, 2009
This one is wholey generic. Very Generic. But hey, I wrote it, and that has to count for something, right? I am tight for time this morning, so I’m just posting the story, and will link the definitions later this evening (if I remember).
Fishing Four-
His father, the one with the keen eye, espied them first. The pother of fish neared the boat, swimming through the turbulent waters. Father held a grig with his purlicue, and quickly attached it to the gaff. When the bite came, Boy quickly grabbed the trammel and landed the large fish onto the boat’s floor. Cajoling their success, they filleted and skinned the meat. The Boy drug the growler to them, removed the remaining beer, and carefully packed the meat inside.
Leaning back to relax, Boy rejoiced in the compadrism these trips gardnished, and relished the veneration it strengthened between Father and him. While Mother was often abstemious in her attentions to him, prefering instead to cosset Daughter, Father always had time for him. Even though he was prone to horatory speeches about the state of politics, economics, or whatever was on CNN that week, the Boy cherished these trips.