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.. And again there He was. In the disguise of a elderly fisherman along a straight canal. I was a little boy in shorts, standing quietly next to Him when a huge pike jumped on His silver bait. For minutes the nylon line drew nervous filigree lines through the dark bog water surface when unexpectedly the monster jumped out of the water in a desperate attempt to get rid of the burning hook. For seconds the yellow green skin gleamed in the spring sunshine, the fish smashed back into the canal, the taut cord broke, fluttered helplessly back into the canal and disappeared with an ever increasing speed.
A hand sought in the deep pockets of His fishy smelling overcoat for the usual caramel toffee and pressed it softly into mine.
” Wasn’t that magnificent boy?”
” Yes, wow, it surely was.”
Meanwhile looking for pikes between the dead reeds I sauntered back home with chubby cheeks and decided to tell them nothing about what just had happened. Moreover, did they ever believe one word of my enthusiastic told stories? ..[/fusion_text][fusion_code]PC9kaXY+[/fusion_code][fusion_text]
From the novel Stille Surveillance © Freddy Rikken
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