He stared down at the churning surface of the water, his reflection distorted.
The water was choppy; too murky to see the bottom. The churn stirred up beetles, which attracted fish, attracted the fisherman. He sat, waiting for the tell-tale pulse that would precede a strike.
Waited and reflected on old glories. A retired corporate raider, he had been feared. Boardroom battles, businesses gutted… wins, now lost in time. Forgotten, like him.
Reeling in slowly, the line snagged. He yanked back fiercely, feeling something heavy start… to… give…
Maybe he could get this free.
One more win…
This is my entry to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge – or should I say, Part One. This week I have written two 100 word stories, from different perspectives. My hope is that each story stands on its own, but that reading both will result in something… more. More what exactly, I’m not entirely sure. More interesting at least.
Anyway, I’m posting First Perspective today, and
will have posted Second Perspective now! I’d be interested hearing your thoughts – on reading the first story alone, and whether your view changes after reading the second. Thanks for indulging me in this experiment. I recommend you click on the blue frog to read the other stories too.