Setting: On a Train
Object: Fish Hook
“I never knew that this beauty was so close to home,” remarked Beverly to her seat mate. “The Agawa Canyon… I would have never guessed.”
She gazed out the window at the pine trees passing by. The Agawa Canyon train tour was north of the Canadian border with Michigan in the United States, near Sault Ste. Marie.
“Well, I think it’s damn boring,” responded the fisherman, as he twirled a fish hook in his fingers. “This is always the worst part of my trip.”
“You’ve been here before?” asked Beverly.
“Come every year… fishing trip. The train is the only way in and the only way out. Then it’s a 4-mile hike to the river. Name is Lee, by the way,” said the rotund, bearded man, still playing with the fish hook. “And what about you, why’re you coming up here all alone?”
“I’m a ballerina. Actually, I’m teaching a ballet class at the Agawa Lodge.”
“Ballerinas all the hell the way up here?” pondered Lee. “And here I thought only the fisherman stayed at the lodge. Guess we’ll be seeing some good lookin’ ladies this week, then.”
“Hate to disappoint. But it’s a summer camp experience for men.”
Lee’s eyebrows shot to the moon. He turned, looking back out the window, watching the trees pass, visions of male ballerinas dancing in his head.
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