The white pickup was parked in the morning light. Melanie stood with binoculars looking out over the lake. She was watching the white pelicans. They were flying over the water below her.
“Tom and I are going on down,” Frank said. He was holding a rod and fishing net. “He’s got the bait.”
“Okay,” Melanie said. There was an excitement rising in her over the birds.
The two men took the path leading down the hill.
Tom’s wife Margaret came up to Melanie. “I don’t think they’re going to catch anything,” she said.
“Why?” Melanie asked, lowering the binoculars and turning to look at her.
“Because it’s a waste of time to be here. I’m cold.”
“You can borrow my sweater.”
“No thanks. I’m alright,” Margaret said holding her shoulders and turning away. She could not understand Melanie’s enthusiasm for nature or her husband’s interest in the outdoors.
Copyright 2013 George Lowell Tollefson