The Minnow and the Trout

Round Robin. Anything goes. The idea is that each reader adds to the story by posting a comment developing the plot and characters. Every so often, the comments will be proofread and added to the original story. Let's see where we can go...we are excited!


Peter sat. The bench had lost its initial comfort, and he intermittently shifted his weight to accommodate the impartial slats beneath him. Peter waited. The sun moved--shadows developed and morphed into the October twilight of almost night. Peter waited.

The cold air did not agree with Peter. He hunched over in an attempt to preserve heat, the length of his forgetful hair obscuring his equally forgetful face. A passerby might have thought him a vagrant (the hunch of his shoulders belying his young form) waiting to be towed from the street--another hour or so and he would be.

C'mon, he thought. C'mon. The wind teased--finding each isolated pocket of warmth and snuffing it away with the last of the season's burnt leaves. The overly excited tumble of their frisk past his feet suppressed the silence, and his cold ears strained to hear the expectant limp and stick.

Peter sat. Peter waited.

Peter sat to count the minutes. Seven, four, two. Peter started. At last, footsteps--a long heavy, followed by the quick step and stick, sounded the gait. Peter straightened...