Crisp, my aged companion, stared at the fishing boats and the memories began circulating in her mind.
“My dad learned to fish from his Uncle Jess,” she said, “ he lived down the coast, and my dad when he was a kid would holiday there. Jess was a professional fisherman, and if he did one thing for my dad, it was to teach him to exaggerate. Dad learned to art of telling us kids as we grew up about the big one’s that got away.
When I was old enough, he’d take me out fishing with him. After two boring afternoons, I realised I’d rather gnaw my arm off than sit in a boat bobbing about hoping something would happen. Dad saw me as a disappointment, but, my brother Phil loved fishing and shared dad’s enthusiasm.”
She paused a moment before saying: “I feel like a meat pie for lunch.”
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2020/06/17/crimsons-creative-challenge-84/
Morpethroad 
Love how you have evolved the character of Crisp!
Thanks so much Sadje, she has grown on me.
I do miss you good witch!
Love Crisp. Liked that return to the present at the end of her reminisce.
Thanks so much Crispina
🙂
How could Crisp not like fishing? Nothing nicer than freshly caught fish baked over coals 😀