Fishing In the Dark
We were in my car, and I was driving my girlfriend home after the date we’d just been on, when I stepped on the brakes. Her beautiful blue eyes questioned me as I got out of the car and went to the passenger’s side. She opened her door and jumped down from the seat of my beat up old green pick up truck.
“What are we doing here?” She asked, brushing her corn silk hair out of her cute, pale face.
“It’s a surprise, “ I said.
“A surprise? You know I don’t like those,” she said uneasily.
“Yeah, but I just wanna show you something.”
“Oh god, is it another birds nest? ‘Cause the next time I see a blue-jay, I’m shooting it.”
I laughed at the memory, “No,” I took her hands in mine and pulled her down the shady trail I’d stopped in front of. “Come with me.”
She hesitated, and then followed. We walked down the twisty dirt path in silence. She stared at the ground, while I gazed at her. It was just at that time of night when the moon comes out, and it’s still so low in the sky that it looks huge. It’s yellow light shone through the leaves in the trees overhead and made fragile patterns on her ivory skin.
In the background I could hear the lonely crickets singing their solos. Her hair ruffled at the breeze, and gave a little yelp of a surprise when a lightning bug flew in front of her face. I caught it for her, and she laughed as my hand flickered green, like a little kid playing with a light switch. I let it go.
“So where are we going anyways?” she asked, a small smile on her lips.
“To place I found a few months ago. It’s where I go when I want to escape; no one knows about it.”
She oo’ed. We were walking beside the river now, and I stepped behind her and covered her eyes with my hands.
“What are you doing?” she asked, and I laughed.
She groaned and we carried on walking. Soon we reached the place where the river turned into a faintly large pond, and I guided her to the blanket I’d set up ahead a time. I uncovered her eyes and sat down, pulling her with me.
Her eyebrows shot up. “A picnic?”
“Better.” I picked up the fishing rods that had been lying beside me.
“Fishing? In the dark? Really?”
“Yup.” I baited both rods, then handed her one. She stared at it for a few seconds before casting it out into the dark, rippling water. I did the same.
After a half hour of nothing some much as a bite, I began thrumming a tune through my throat.
“What are you humming?” she asked.
“Mm, Fishin’ In The Dark, by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.”
She giggled softly. “What?” I asked.
I sighed and set the fishing pole down, and laid down on the old quilt we’d been sitting on. We grasped hands, counting the millions of pinpoints of life in the dark sky. There were no cities, nor even a light around us, and it seemed we could see every star in the universe.
Though, I didn’t need dark sky to see the stars. I could see them in the light. I could see them on any overcast day, during any thunderstorm. Every time I looked in her eyes, I could gaze at the exhilarating stars. She was my night sky; beautiful and mysterious.
My hand raked through the grass just once—it was cool and damp with mid-night dew. She shivered lightly, and I felt goose bumps rise on her arms.
“Are you cold?”
She shrugged, so I cuddled her to my chest, and draped my jacket over her bare shoulders. She sighed contently.
“Amber,” I said softly.
“There’s been something I’ve wanted to say to you since the first time I saw you—a year and a half ago.” She lifted her head and I kissed her unexpecting lips. “I love you. I loved you when spring ended, and the days turned long. I waited all winter and fall to tell you. But I shouldn’t have—I should’ve told you long ago.”
I gazed into her eyes. By the soft glow of the moonlight, I saw a tear run down her cheek. I caught it with my hand. I was a little tense—what if she didn’t feel the same way? —But I didn’t regret saying anything I’d said. She needed to know.
“I love you too.” She whispered. It was only three small words, but it was enough. I kissed her again, but this time more passionately.
In the East, the sky turned a lighter yellow with sunrise, and I jumped up.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Lets go swimming.” I said, peeling off my shirt.
“Aren’t there like lot’s of fish in there?”
“I didn’t feel any bites, did you?”
She frowned, “No, but…”
I laughed and swung her up into my arms. She shrieked as I tossed her into the water, and then jumped in after. We swam while the sun rose and turned the sky pink. It was sad to see the night go by so fast, but I knew that was the only thing that ended.
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