Holding Her Mouth Right


Laura’s daddy had been dead for more than half a century. At 65, she was 13 years older than he had been when his big heart stopped like an old-fashioned watch whose spring exploded and flew away.

But time is elastic, and any time she even hears the word “fish,” her daddy’s deep Alabama voice is in her ear. “Laura-bug, if you want to catch fish, you got to hold your mouth right.”

“Oh, Daddy,” Laura whispered. “I’m still trying. Hard as I can.”

Written for WordPress Daily Prompt: Fish

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