Kid’s Tale of a Day with Gramps (WIP)
A Slice of Life/ or A Slice of Pie
(True stories told in a fictional style.)
By RL Brown
Morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist; sunlight pours over the windowsill. I feel a wiggle.
“Roll out, sleepyhead!” says Gramps.
The day begins with Gramps in his bucket hat. I grab breakfast as we head out the door, the screen door snaps back.
“Gotta grease those springs,” says Gramps.
We walk to the pond, a pole in each hand - no buckets, no boats, or carrying large totes, just Gramps, Chico, and me. Gramps says there is no better companion than a good dog beside me. Crickets hide by the pond bank. Gramps catches the bait.
He shows me how to thread a hook, attach my sinker, and snatch a cricket. Learning to cast a line is best done with just two.
Secrets are safe.