Something's Fishy

Before the rains I had to lash the boat to the dock. We knew it was coming by the red in the sky and the yellow in my uncle's eye. He was a drinker of great fame. I saw there was no point in leaving the tarp piled next to the boat and so I covered as much of the contents as I could before the first drops began to land on shoulders.

The farthest thing from my mind was that there would be any form of sea life watching. They were though. Two perch were just below the water looking at my hurried motions. They laughed and then turned tail and dove beneath the boat. I felt violated. I wanted to throw a car battery at them. I wanted to fry them for dinner and without warning. I cant say any more its too hard to talk about it right now.