Something Fishy
One time when I was about 8, we were at a relative’s cabin and I went to go tell my dad it was lunchtime when I saw him standing stock-still in the river. I called out to him and he just slowly motioned for me to be quiet.
I watched him standing there, looking into the water for maybe a full minute before he lurched into the water and snatched up an enormous carp. I just watched my dad hold onto this giant, glistening carp for several seconds before he threw it back into the river and wade out of the river like nothing happened.
He didn’t say anything about it when we got back to the cabin and we’ve never talked about it. I could ask him about it now, I suppose, but there’s something magical or surreal about the fact that it was never spoken of again.