September drabbles - 28

Lizzie looked out from the back of the car as they drove towards the park. “What’s he doing?” She asked about the man in the stream.

“Fishing, I think.”

Lizzie rode the ghost train, won a fish, and ate candyfloss snow. Then she looked again from the back of the car, carrying her plastic bag, watching out for fishermen. “There he is Mom!”

The fish leapt up, fluttered fins and gills, then grew and flew through the air. A scream in the night—no fishermen now. The tiny gills on the side of Lizzie’s neck opened wide in a smile.

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