Fishes school meets in “low” pool,
where students felt so humiliated.
Students got together and debated.
Finny said, “I want to fly
Past the waters, up to the sky.”
“Aw, that is just a fancy scheme;
You will never achieve that dream.”
“Just wait, watch and see
This is not the place for me.”
So Finney swam out the door
Found himself, close to shore.
Drawing near to take a look
He saw a worm on a hook.
Opened his mouth,
took a bite.
Felt a jerk,
got a fright! ……..
Finny was the answer
to a fisherman’s dream.
Rochelle’s 100 word story based on picture prompt. You can find more stories at https://rochellewisoff.com/ Go visit Rochelle and see how others have responded to this picture challenge.
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sweet aroma 
Delightful, well done.
Thank you, Iain. Your words mean a lot to me.
And I was hoping for a flying fish. But it is a fish story that ends with supper. 🙂
Aww. I could have given Finney his dream come true. Mean ole me! Thanks for the comment.
🙂
They say the early bird gets the worm… and I suppose the early fish does, also. 😉
My husband fixed some “Finney” today. He was delicious. No worms in sight, thankfully. 😀
Poor Finny, being caught. I like the form and shape of your poem. Now that Finny has disappeared, will the others think he has achieved his dream?
Hey that’s a new thought. I thought I was teaching not to go off by yourself, or you might get hurt. Missed lesson. 😀
That is so cute! Except poor old Finny sure wouldn’t think so. haha 🙂
Thank you. Yes, Finny lost that round and he will not revive for a second chance. 😀
haha! 🙂
Wishing you a Happy Monday and week ahead! ❤
poor finney. i wish for a better ending. 😦
Okay, no problem. Finney broke out of bondage into freedom by becoming a flying fish as Bill suggests at top. I love being an author, and I like happy endings also. Oh, yes. The fisherman was okay although he had to go home and eat baloney. 😀
Oh dear. Poor Finney. At least he had his moment in the sun.
😀
I felt for Finney, but really enjoyed your story. Delightful and well penned! 🙂
So you have a tendency to “chuck it all” and go play alone sometimes? 😀
There are moments. 🙂
This is great, I love the format which leaves the poem fish-shaped!
Here’s mine!
It does have a fishie look, doesn’t it? Especially the body and tail fin. Thanks for pointing that out to me. I wasn’t smart enough to have planned it, however. 😀
Cute story and like how you shaped your poem.
Thank you. You notice such detail in these stories.
You’re welcome. I look forward to the FF stories and read them very closely.