Gabby considered, lazily twirling her lariat. “If he finds what he needs on Earth, I’ll hold off collecting.”
“Timing is everything?” Petra peered over the cloud’s edge, wings stilled.
That’s when Gabby spied her. “Now that’s potential!”
A young woman perched on the metro bench, just three feet behind the young man. She adjusted her sandal strap, while he stared into his smartphone.
“Just fish that phone out of his hand. Send it her way!” Petra pointed. Gabby launched her lariat.
That young woman was an excellent catch.
At least, that’s what Grandpa always told us.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (04/26/2018): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a fish tale. It can be about fishing from any angel, about those who fish, or what might be caught. Go where the prompt leads.