The rod bent as the fish fought against the taut line. Goat reeled it in, without hurry, allowing the fish to tire itself. Once landed, he wrapped it in leaves from nearby ferns, enjoying the sweet smell on his hands afterwards.
“A beer would’ve be nice,” he said aloud. But only the rushing water replied.
Satisfied with the morning’s catch, he hiked back to the rail line a few miles east. His sack, heavy with trout, thumped against his thigh as he walked.
This made him glad.
It wasn’t until he climbed the rail bed embankment that his worries returned.
Prompt courtesy of Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto.
A Bunch of Dumb Words in a Row 
I love how you always leave the story open to imagination, Craig.
It’s usually easier that way. Thanks Sue!
It isn’t all that easy to create something that feels ‘real’… but leaves so many unanswered questions. Many pieces of flash fiction don’t seem to manage it.
“feels real” is a wonderful compliment. Thanks again for the read and the challenge.
My pleasure, Craig.
What a thoughtful, pleasing piece of prose. It let the mind wander beautifully. Thank you.
Thank you for the lovely comment.