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Friday Fictioneers – Fisherman

29 July, 2016

And once again, the earth rotates seven times, the moon completes one quarter of its orbit , and Friday is here again. When I saw the prompt pic from Janet Webb that Rochelle sent this week


I was tempted to repost my effort from October 2013 as it was one of my favourites from yesteryear. But I was away last week and didn’t post then and I didn’t want to go another week without fresh words.

I’m not so sure my FriFic this time round is as good, but feel free to give it a read, and leave a comment afterwards. And don’t forget to ride the shopping trolley ferry over to Froggy Island to see what everyone else has written aswell.



The rising sea levels distressed my father, he felt the water was demanding payment for his years as a fisherman, taking from the deep.  When the seawalls finally gave out, bringing the encroaching approaching waterline into the village, closing the shops he had always sold his catch to, his bitterness stayed with him until his death.

I decided to find the positives his anger hid from him. Where he had needed to take his boat out to the horizon, I had only to row to the old pier where the shoals now gather. I regained his pride on his behalf.





  1. “he felt the water was demanding payment for his years as a fisherman” – lovely idea!

  2. A great story and what a beautiful line… In fact many of the, but the encroaching approaching waterline is my favorite

  3. I like someone whose glass is always half-full. Nice one.

  4. This is beautifully written, I love every line of it. If only the ones who have most impact on causes were as humble and thoughtful as that fisherman…

  5. Nice implementation of positive thought and action! The last line holds much authority.

  6. Dear RG,

    Lovely ending line. Good story.



  7. Applause, applause! Excellent, TRG.

  8. Such a bittersweet story. Dads can be so stubborn can’t they? Very well done.

  9. This is delightful. Son regaining pride for his father, whether he needed to or not.

    (bringing the encroaching approaching waterline – seems as if you were trying to decide between encroaching and approaching and inadvertently both remained.)

  10. Good story, RG. Seems the son had a totally different attitude and discovered a benefit from the broken sea walls. Great happy ending. 🙂 — Suzanne

  11. A good son. I enjoyed this uplifting story. We need more positivity like this in the world.

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