Steph watched her bobber gently dance on the river’s surface.
‘Come on, you know you want it,” she whispered, trying to will the fish to take the hook and run.
The bobber dipped slightly, causing ripples on the water’s surface.
She took a deep breath and relaxed her grip on her fishing rod. The last thing she needed was to snap it by accident.
Just then, the bobber disappeared and she jerked back, setting the hook.
Cheering, she started reeling the fish in.
“Now, this is how it’s done. Come to me, beautiful.”
She could already taste the grilled fish.