As I dropped my line with live shrimp in the water my thought was not to catch fish, it was to catch a dream. Somewhere between romantic ideals and notions I had found something with someone years ago and still they kept me going. Even though they were distant from me now, it was still as if I just needed to reach and grasp them and I could be on my way again.
She appeared behind me in the dark, the glow of her cigerette revealing a slight shine on her stilletto heels, "Don't turn around just listen", said the hauntingly familiar voice.
"I wouldn't dream of spoiling a dream", I said as the line I cast tightened surprisingly into a strike. "Do you mind if I catch this first?" I asked.
"Suit yourself, you only have the rest of your life," she said and I heard the click of hammer being cocked. I reeled on the fish it was of course surprisingly large and difficult to pull in, of all the times to actually get a decent fish. I stood to keep the line and fish from going under the pier and tangling. Finally the speckled trout gave up enough to allow me to land it on the pier.
"Nice one," she said, "Now throw it back, I have plenty for you to eat where were going."
"Where are we going?" I asked as I removed the hook from the 27 inch beauty.
"That's not really your business...." she paused assessing me, "Thought I was dead didn't you?"
"I mourned for you," I said, "I worshipped you...." my throat went dry and I could hardly speak.
"You should have known better than that, I could never die," she uncocked the gun, stepped close to me and kissed my mouth long and passionately. I felt feeling returning that I'd not felt fully since the day I thought I'd lost #3.
"Leave your fishing gear you won't need it where were going and you won't be coming back here," She said, "Fasten your seat belt this is going to be a ride you won't forget sweets."