I sat on the quay side, legs dangling over the edge and my rod tucked under my arm. The fish weren't biting but then I wasn't there to catch them anyway. I had a relationship problem and needed time to think.
I'm sure that over the centuries, my predicament had played itself out with all manner of outcomes, some good and some bad. Sadly there was no big book with collated answers of mutual experiences and I needed an objective answer, so I knew I had to work this out on my own.
I noticed a ripple in the water not far from where I was sitting, which drew my attention away from my thoughts. There was no bait on my hook so little chance of the fish biting even though it was close to where my line entered the water, you see I like to take up a fishing pose when I need to think, fishing is generally a private matter and you're less likely to get disturbed. My thoughts gradually returned to my problem as again my stare disappeared off into the distance and sounds became silence to my ears.
I was weary about making a bad decision on this problem of mine and knew I'd only get one chance to get it right, to say the right thing and do the right thing, which was why I was sitting down at the quay side lost in my thoughts. Oh, I could have asked friends and family for advice but personal matters are just that, so rather than to get other peoples opinions on what to do, I decided to take my time and work it out for myself.
It was getting late as I pondered away, the sun had already set and the crimson streaks across the sky denoted the fading light. The ripples in the water were becoming more frequent but no fish were biting.
My problem? my problem was causing me considerable consternation and I really could have done getting it sorted before I went home.
However, it was getting late and I heard my mother calling, supper was ready and so I went home.