Saturday, June 19, 2010

father and son

Out on the lake, following a night of vicious storms that drove the son into the safe haven under the cover of his father’s bed, with nary a pebble to cause a ripple, the young son closed his eyes for a moment thinking the summer was going to last a thousand Junes. The slight breeze off the lake carried the smell of pine. Yet, the father saw a ripple of sullenness in his son's face as the empty fish pole slacked motionless in the boy’s hands.
‘Son, did I ever tell you the time I was fishing with Ernie in this very boat and she sprung a leak?’
‘No, Pa, what happened?’, the son said, leaning forward.
‘I says I says Ernie, quick drill another hole to let the water out before we sink, I says.’
Somewhere, in that split second, a tree fell in silence.
‘Oh, Paaaa.’

In the woods, leaning against an uncomfortable fallen tree, the father taught the son to prepare the fish for the clean black skillet. Cleaning fish seemed silent to the son, unlike the sounds of his mother in the kitchen, the knife slicing through hard butter and clinking against the porcelain dish, or the steady beat of chopping cool cucumbers on the countertop. The son imitated his father and the father smiled his approval. The boy sleeved the knife into the hard brittle leather and handed it to his father.
‘No, son. Keep it. It’s yours now.’

In the after hours, in between the clean sheets, the son awakened for a moment by the light of the sleepless smile of a white moon, and thought of the sinking boat and Ernie and giggled. The father had cast a line in the son’s memory and he could always reel it in later if he needed.

17 Comments:

Blogger RA said...

A wonderful read. I absolutely loved the ending. :)

6/19/2010 5:43 PM  
OpenID soundoffreedom said...

now this is one endearing magpie..a fish story that you can believe in without imagining..loved it!

6/19/2010 6:17 PM  
Blogger The Bug said...

I loved this! I wish all children could have such memories with their parents...

6/19/2010 7:44 PM  
Blogger AngelMay said...

This only got 3 comments??? I'm amazed. This is really good. I loved it.

6/19/2010 10:17 PM  
Blogger Brian Miller said...

a beautiful tale...fathers cast those lines, though sometimes we dont appreciate them until much later in life...nice magpie.

6/20/2010 6:28 AM  
Blogger Lyn said...

What a blessing it is to be able to reel in the good times...lucky son! Thank you...

6/20/2010 12:02 PM  
Blogger Lena said...

That was a delightful Magpie. Wouldn't it be great if there were more lines cast out there....?!

6/20/2010 4:35 PM  
Blogger Everyday Goddess said...

i love the sensitivity you use to bring this beautiful moment to life, great magging!

6/20/2010 7:58 PM  
Blogger Caty said...

nice magpie. Love the ending!

6/20/2010 8:33 PM  
Blogger willow said...

Sigh. I always wanted this kind bond. Maybe if I had been a boy...

6/20/2010 8:34 PM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Delightful, delightful. I can see the boy...

6/20/2010 9:29 PM  
Blogger kathew said...

loved it loved it! We should all have such tender memories!Wonderful Magpie!

6/20/2010 10:18 PM  
Blogger nana_ang_poppaphil said...

what a lovely Magpie, and such a great ending. I loved it

6/21/2010 8:00 PM  
Blogger Aoife.Troxel said...

Great ending! Nice sense of nostalgia...

6/22/2010 12:04 PM  
Blogger Helen said...

'summer lasting a thousand Junes' .. I simply loved that line and your entire Magpie! Wonderful!

6/22/2010 7:14 PM  
Blogger ~T~ said...

Great Fathers' Day tale! These memories are vital.

6/24/2010 11:34 PM  
Blogger Jingle said...

http://itistimetothinkformyself.blogspot.com/2010/07/pinks-in-6-words-i-wish-u-award-winning.html

Some friendship gifts.
Enjoy!
;)

excellent set of writing!

7/13/2010 8:54 PM  

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