Trout

She’s a nice kid they tell me.  A local woman brings her to swimming lessons at the community pool.  She jumps off the deck a hundred times, showing off her tricks.  Returning her to the cabin, you have to wonder if she will be fed.  She slides into a shallow part of the river, an occasional trout slips by.  She knows how to trap the skittish creatures, pin them against a rock, building a basket with her hands.  Greasy brown water squelches through latticed fingers, she traps one, pulls it up by the tail.