Fish Finder – Friday Fictioneers

Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A story, about a man – a man and his fish finder, begins after the photo.

Genre: Speculative Fiction/Humor

Photo by: The Reclining Gentleman

Fish Finder

Albert sat on bench on the pedestrian bridge beneath the steely skies of Vancouver. Idly, he tossed a herring to the pelican sitting beside him. He sighed and dialed his cell phone.

“Whatcha’ got?” said Captain Girand.

“Percy says, large school of anchovy 20 miles west of Quatsino Sound,” said Albert.

“Terrific! Percy is an amazing fish finder.”

“He’s got a knack I guess.”

“He’s so accurate. Is Percy a talking seagull?”

Albert spat. “Yeah, right. See you.” He hung up, and turned to the pelican. “He asked if you’re a talking seagull.”

“Idiot,” scoffed Percy, cleaning his feathers. “Everybody knows seagulls can’t talk!”
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Author’s Notes:
I actually research these things. There really is a Quatsino Sound, though I’ve never been there: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quatsino_Sound

Each week, the Friday Fictioneers meet in secret on a pedestrian bridge in Vancouver to share tales of mystery and imagination based upon a photo prompt. Look here to see the many stories told by this secret society: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/10/22/24-october-2014/