The Future

Alex

Oliver meandered out onto the dock, Damion’s watchful eye on him. The fishing hadn’t been quite as exciting as Oliver had obviously thought it was going to be. He’d grown bored after thirty minutes and began throwing rocks into the lake. That wasn’t exactly conducive to actual fishing.

“He’s a really good boy,” I commented.

“Yes, he is.”

“I guess the fishing thing isn’t for him.”

He laughed. “It’s probably going to be one of those things that he has to warm up to.”

Oliver sat down on the dock, swinging his legs back and forth. Where he was sitting was over the dry land. “He needs more stimulation. He’s smart.”

Damion nodded. “Yes. He loves constant input. He likes to read and watch television at the same time. Fishing is probably something he will appreciate when he gets older and needs to shut off his brain.”

“I agree. Fishing is one of those things that you can do and not think about it. Then again, that can be a bad thing because your brain thinks about everything else.”

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