Friends Gone Fishing
by Kristina Holt
Two dear friends decide to go fishing together. Neither can wait for the trip and both are looking forward to it. They board a small fishing boat with their nets and row out onto the water.
Although they fish for some time, neither catch anything. They are both becoming frustrated. They agree that the boat should go somewhere else on the lake, but they have different opinions on where to move it.
"To the left," says Friend A.
"To the right," says Friend B.
The friends argue and become upset with each other and the boat stays right where it is. Still no fish are caught.
"We might actually catch fish if we went to the left," says Friend A.
"We would catch fish if we went to the right," says Friend B.
Now both are more upset than before. Silently, they continue fishing.
A lone fish has found its way into their net. Though by itself, it is very large— a delightful first capture for the friends. The two struggle to grab it, hauling in the net as quick as they can, but the fish escapes back into the water.
"Why didn't you grab it?" snapped Friend A.
"If you rowed faster, maybe I wouldn't have to swim to grab it," snaps Friend B.
The two friends, quickly becoming enemies, decide to cut their losses and fish opposite ends of the lake— at least for their own peace. Friend A takes the boat and rows to the left side of the lake while Friend B rows another boat to the right side.
Hours pass and finally the sun sets. The two friends had made plans to leave just after sunset and Friend A is saddened to find that his instinct had been wrong. There were no fish on the left side of the lake. He rows back to shore with his boat and waits by the car for Friend B.
In the same amount of time, Friend B finds that his nets are so full, he can hardly lift them onto the boat. In fact, he can't. Though he struggles and struggles, the weight of the fish— dozens, hundreds of them— pull him over the side. He never resurfaces and his body is never found.
The trip is a waste.