Good Woman Blues
“Sunlight glinted on ripples in the lake. Cypress trees and stumps came up out of the water. The distant chug of an outboard motor became louder as a bass boat approached. His father steered his pride and joy toward the wooden landing. Gabriel knew not to get up. Charles Rudolphe Cormier was proud. He’d scowl at any attempts to help him.
Even at sixty-five and having suffered a heart attack, he insisted on doing things as he had all his life. Still, to ease his wife’s mind he agreed not to go ou...t in his boat alone. Next to him sat his oldest grandson. Brian dropped the anchor while his grandfather tied a heavy nylon rope around one of the piles.
“Hey, Uncle Gabriel. Slim pickings.” Brian sprang onto the dock. He had the stamina and energy of the typical sixteen-year-old.
“I remember the time we would have needed three boats to haul in all the fish,” Charles said, with a frown.
“Maybe the fish have gotten smarter,” Gabriel replied. They’d gone out at six that morning. Even in early May, the midmorning heat drove them back to the shore.MoreLess
Even at sixty-five and having suffered a heart attack, he insisted on doing things as he had all his life. Still, to ease his wife’s mind he agreed not to go ou...t in his boat alone. Next to him sat his oldest grandson. Brian dropped the anchor while his grandfather tied a heavy nylon rope around one of the piles.
“Hey, Uncle Gabriel. Slim pickings.” Brian sprang onto the dock. He had the stamina and energy of the typical sixteen-year-old.
“I remember the time we would have needed three boats to haul in all the fish,” Charles said, with a frown.
“Maybe the fish have gotten smarter,” Gabriel replied. They’d gone out at six that morning. Even in early May, the midmorning heat drove them back to the shore.MoreLess
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