Once the chores were done, I decided it was time to find Daisy. I hadn’t seen her in a bit, where I was so focused on helping my dad, but there was something I wanted to ask her. I walked over to the barn and didn’t see her. Usually, she likes to hang out here if she has any free time at all. I thought about it, then made my way to the house. Once inside, I saw her coming down the hall.
“Oh, Colt. You scared me.”
“Sorry.”
“I just had to run inside to use the bathroom quickly. Are you hungry? I figured while I was in there, I would go ahead and make myself a sandwich. Can I get you one? I can make one up for your dad, too.”
“That would be great, but could you make mine and yours to go?”
“To go?” She looked at me, confused.
“I thought we could go fishing.”
“Fishing?”
“Come on. There’s no way it’s been so long that you’ve forgotten what fishing is.”
“No, I haven’t.” She laughed lightly.
“Well?”
“I would love to go with you.”
I wanted to kiss her, but I was going to save it until we were alone by the water. There was a small pond with just enough fish that we could catch from time to time and make a meal on, and I couldn’t think of anything better to eat on a summer day than some freshly caught fish.We headed out, stopping by to drop off a sandwich for my dad.
“Daisy made us all a sandwich.” He looked down, noticing our sandwiches in our hands.
“Where are you two headed off to?”
“Well, since we finished with the cattle and Daisy has finished everything with the horses, I thought she could go with me and help catch some dinner.”
“Fishing?” I nodded.
“Well, make sure she doesn’t scare them off. I want enough to eat.” I nodded, offering a crooked grin.
Once we reached our fishing spot, I set up the rods while Daisy explored the area. She picked up a couple of rocks and skipped them in the water. I watched her, captivated by the way she moved. She was so carefree and adventurous, and this moment reminded me of when we were kids, and we would go fishing.
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Daisy and I were sitting at the edge of the creek with our feet dangling over the water. She moved her feet back and forth to create tiny ripples in the water. The two of us had only been fishing by ourselves a few times. Our parents were nervous about us being around the water, but once we were old enough- I was fourteen and Daisy twelve- our dads convinced our moms that it would be okay.
“Do you think we’ll catch anything this time?” Daisy asked,her eyes sparkling. She held on to her fishing pole tightly, not wanting the same mishap from last time to happen again. I shrugged.
Going fishing with Daisy was special. It was just the two of us. We could sit and talk a little, or not say anything at all, and it was so peaceful.
She brought me peace.
She brought me comfort.
“We might catch something. I sure hope so.”
“You had pretty good luck last time. Remember that big bass you caught?”
“Sure do! That was the biggest one I have ever caught.” She turned her head back to face the water, watching her line in the water, hoping she would get a bite. “I really hope you get one today.”
“Me, too. I hope mine is bigger than that bass you caught, too.” I chuckled as she rolled her eyes. She was funny like that. She had pouted when I caught the bass, and she didn’t have anything to show off from our fishing trip.
“What’s that?” I noticed her pulling something out of her pocket.
