This is written for Monday’s Finish the Story. Be sure to click on the InLinkz frog to read other flash fiction responses and to add your own!
(First line + 119 words)
Dropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite. Sarah refused to think about the argument. It wasn’t her fault.
Fishing had always calmed her. Her grandfather had taught her about the morning quiet, the stillness, the meditation of fishing. Though that had been back home, not here, Fool’s Lake. How fitting—she certainly felt like one.
Carl had accused her of cheating, or as good as. He’d been through her email, her phone, sent a threatening message to her boss at work. She had done damage control at work, but she couldn’t control what was happening at home.
The line pulled, and Sarah started to reel it in, muscles working, feeling her grandfather’s arms around her, guiding her. Time to leave Carl. She’d be all right alone.