Part of him was worried about the pond somehow dousing that flame that burned inside her. Part of him was worried about her destroying the pond. He could see her scraggly leggy ass standing in the middle of it as vapor lifted in clouds leaving flopping fish in the mud.
They would find out because finally the little clearing presented itself. It hadn't changed in years. The pond was round and dark and still and a fallen tree made a neat bridge out to the center. Above them the surrounding trees made a neat halo opening up to the cloudy night sky. A lazy airplane drifted by. The shallow edge was thick with weeds and little white flowers and the surface rippled as the baby fish that hid there sensed movement from the bank. The place was alive with frogs and gnats and all manner of flying bugs. The skeletons of a couple of folding chairs were half hidden in the grass and various junk from Maurice and a few of the other fishermen from the trailer park were strewn about--mostly beer cans, tangles of fishing line, and smashed up styrofoam coolers.
It was a sight for sore eyes. Maurice shuffled over to the edge of the fallen tree and neatly hooked the lantern on one of the stubby branches.
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Part of him was worried about the pond somehow dousing that flame that burned inside her. Part of him was worried about her destroying the pond. He could see her scraggly leggy ass standing in the middle of it as vapor lifted in clouds leaving flopping fish in the mud.
They would find out because finally the little clearing presented itself. It hadn't changed in years. The pond was round and dark and still and a fallen tree made a neat bridge out to the center. Above them the surrounding trees made a neat halo opening up to the cloudy night sky. A lazy airplane drifted by. The shallow edge was thick with weeds and little white flowers and the surface rippled as the baby fish that hid there sensed movement from the bank. The place was alive with frogs and gnats and all manner of flying bugs. The skeletons of a couple of folding chairs were half hidden in the grass and various junk from Maurice and a few of the other fishermen from the trailer park were strewn about--mostly beer cans, tangles of fishing line, and smashed up styrofoam coolers.
It was a sight for sore eyes. Maurice shuffled over to the edge of the fallen tree and neatly hooked the lantern on one of the stubby branches.
"Here we are!"