Note: Today I tried a writing exercise where you use a photo prompt and write a short story as close to 100 words as possible. It will become immediately obvious that I used the photo as very loose inspiration. Enjoy.
They had been at it all day and had only gotten a few bites.
Henry reeled in his line to check the hook. As he suspected, the bait had been nibbled away. Swearing under his breath, he reached into the jar for another wriggling nightcrawler.
“Maybe we need to try somewhere else?” Sarah suggested, but floated it as a hesitant question. She came on these trips more for the peace and quiet, but now Henry’s darkening mood was beginning to scare her.
“We’ve already tried all the damn coves in this fucking place,” Henry grumbled.
Suddenly the boat felt dangerously small as he put down his pole and yanked hard on the motor’s pull chord.
The other day I saw this headline gently slide down my facebook newsfeed:
Why Is The World’s Largest Foundation Buying Fake Poop?
It was like this news story was written just for me, you guys! I couldn’t not click on it. Impossible. Didn’t even try to resist.
If you haven’t already, take a moment to click and find out about this project that’s making a big splash.
The pictures in the article of them shaping the fake poop actually reminded me of when my brother and I were kids and my parents would let us all skip church on a Sunday morning to go fishing (they said God would forgive us as long as we caught something…and by ‘caught something,’ I think they meant fish).
Once my brother and I got bored from watching our unmoving poles in the water, we would play in the mud on the shoreline. One of the things we’d do with this mud, aside from slinging it at each other, was to fashion different varieties of fake poop to try and fool our parents or whomever might come by once we left the area. We’d mix the mud with various amounts of water and experimented with different consistencies. We specialized in dog excrement and cow pies, mainly because that was the local market, which meant that those varieties were the only real life models we had to work from at the time. But man, if we had had the technology that Bill and Melinda Gates do now…our output would have been solid and regular. One can only imagine.