OWL CITY APRIL 2020 - Day 2
“Oh, let us go!” she begged. I couldn’t say no; Wren’s charming smile and pleading eyes stole my strength every time. I shook my head. I had to finish weeding the garden, but…
I found myself running along, hand in hand with Wren. We ran past the field, where an early crop of corn was beginning to near ripeness, and into the small orchard that was on the border of my family’s land. We didn’t stop there, though. We kept running, and running. It sometimes surprised me how fast the slim little girl could move.
When we finally came to a halt, it was beside the small stream in the woods, one that all us boys fished at when we had the time. I walked over to a bush, one that held a little stash of mine. I pulled out a few small trinkets and a pile of acorns, but there weren’t the real prize. My fishing pole was concealed under the leaves, safely out of sight. I pulled it out and turned to Wren. She was dipping her bare feet in the stream, and the dappled sunlight that slipped between the leaves shone down on her. My heart jumped, and it was with a nervous smile that I sat down next to her.
“Ready?”
“Yes! Teach me how to fish!”
“All right, here. Take the pole like this. I’ll put the bait on. Then, cast it out. You should try to flick your wrist, like… that.”
I demonstrated with a small stick. She smiled and tried it, too, and the hook flew out to midstream. It began to float lazily down as the water flowed past. And then we sat, talking quietly about fish and enjoying each other’s company. It was worth the scolding I got when I returned, late for dinner and with lots of chores missed. It was worth being sent to bed in disgrace. Because I had a wonderful time.
“Oh, let us go!” she begged. I couldn’t say no; Wren’s charming smile and pleading eyes stole my strength every time. I shook my head. I had to finish weeding the garden, but…
I found myself running along, hand in hand with Wren. We ran past the field, where an early crop of corn was beginning to near ripeness, and into the small orchard that was on the border of my family’s land. We didn’t stop there, though. We kept running, and running. It sometimes surprised me how fast the slim little girl could move.
When we finally came to a halt, it was beside the small stream in the woods, one that all us boys fished at when we had the time. I walked over to a bush, one that held a little stash of mine. I pulled out a few small trinkets and a pile of acorns, but there weren’t the real prize. My fishing pole was concealed under the leaves, safely out of sight. I pulled it out and turned to Wren. She was dipping her bare feet in the stream, and the dappled sunlight that slipped between the leaves shone down on her. My heart jumped, and it was with a nervous smile that I sat down next to her.
“Ready?”
“Yes! Teach me how to fish!”
“All right, here. Take the pole like this. I’ll put the bait on. Then, cast it out. You should try to flick your wrist, like… that.”
I demonstrated with a small stick. She smiled and tried it, too, and the hook flew out to midstream. It began to float lazily down as the water flowed past. And then we sat, talking quietly about fish and enjoying each other’s company. It was worth the scolding I got when I returned, late for dinner and with lots of chores missed. It was worth being sent to bed in disgrace. Because I had a wonderful time.