The Fish-walli
February 2, 2009
Walking to lunch yesterday I see a woman busy gutting fish. Next to her, was a dirty, blue crater filled with grey, flopping fish. There was a healthy cloud of fat, black-green flies buzzing over the crater and dotting the gutted fish. As she gutted the fish, the pink red inside, sparkled flesh under the high-noon, dusty sun.
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