I no longer cared if Josh respected me. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be warm. I wanted to be in my warm bed with Gord. I wanted to drink a lot of coffee.
Coffee. No. Not coffee. I didn’t want coffee, because more than anything else as I lay there staring up at the sky, I began to realize how very much I needed a washroom. I had drunk a full thermos of hot chocolate on the drive up, and now I really needed a washroom!
I struggled one more time to try and stand up, or to try and pull my legs out; to try and do anything! Nothing doing. I was really stuck.
I sighed. Well, then, I would just prepare myself to die. I began to plan my funeral. I hoped my children would remember nice things about me. I hoped Gord wouldn’t be too lonely.
I could hear Josh calling. The sound of his voice was getting closer.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m here,” I said quietly. I realized that I was starting to cry just a little.
“Oh gosh, Laura. I’m sorry. This snow is pretty deep for a little shrimp like you.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
On the drive home we reminisced about when we were kids and Josh was learning to skateboard. He used to hang on to my bike seat while I cycled. When I got going really fast, he would let go. We laughed, remembering the times he had wiped out. All the way home, we talked about being kids together on hot summer days that felt endless.
“You would have stayed and fished if it hadn’t been for me, wouldn’t you?” I asked him.
“Nah. Probably not,” he said. And he looked at me from the corner of his eye and grinned. “It was too cold out there. I’m a bit of a Whiner, you know.”
But he would have. I know it.
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Note from us:
I hope you enjoyed this story about Josh; it was fun to write. One of our staffers says that I need to confess the truth to you. =}
Although parts of the story are based something that happened to a friend of mine, the truth is that even though I know a lot of rednecks, I don’t have a friend named Josh, and when I wrote this story, I had never been ice fishing. The purpose of this story was to introduce you to some new conversational English, and a little bit of humour.
If you enjoy what you’re learning, you remember it longer. So hopefully, you will remember the new expressions and phrases that you learned on the ice fishing trip with Josh!
Keep practicing the new things you are learning.
Imagine your world with English!