Wiemar Germany is where my heart finds fellowship/draft 1, part 13

Wiemar Germany is where my heart finds fellowship/draft 1, part 13

fiction
edward w pritchard

The boy made the fire for the old fisherman and found him some bait. Old people were always trying to seem important with their tall tales. Still the old man went on. He had buried gold in the Lake, across the lake in the lilly Pads; the old man said he had buried gold in the lake in 1941. Fifty one years later the man fished here every day and the boy sometimes helped the old man before the boy rode to baseball practice this summer in 1992.

Fifteen years later the boy and his son were fishing in a row boat there on the Portage Lakes and for fun the boy, now the Father had used the oar to poke along the Lilly pads to search for hidden Nazi gold.
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