Sometimes I come up with little bits of fiction that don’t really lead anywhere, but I still like it and want to share it. Here are 115 words:
Sometimes we go to the sporting goods store. We walk through the long aisles of fishing poles, gaze at the unfamiliar camouflage-colored long underwear. We pretend to hide from the taxidermied big horn sheep. Our daughters ignore the sign that says, “Do not climb.” A salesperson grins. We pretend that we might buy a pontoon boat. Near the register, a pile of cheap mesh hats looks like it’s ready to collapse. My husband buys the green one that has a picture of a catfish on it. He promises that he’ll only wear it when he works in the yard. As soon as we get to the car, he puts it on and takes a selfie.