I Hate Fishing Hooks In My Skin
The Handsome Fisherman-a short story
As the hook pierced my cheek, I winced in pain.
Despite my agony, there was something appealing about this.
He impressed me with his nice boat. I was distracted by his smile and the sweet words coming from his nice voice.
I started bleeding. A brief moment of clarity alerted me to cut the line. He was handsome and charming. I quickly retied the string. He continued to pull me along. I loved it. I loved him.
Eventually, he got tired of pulling me along. I had run out of blood and I was getting smelly. I couldn't breathe anymore.
He filleted me while I was still alive, sucking for air. Then he ripped my gills and guts out and put them in a ziplock bag and took it straight to the trash.
He removed my skin and bones and cooked me up for a nice dinner. What a terrible ending to such a nice fish!
As the hook pierced my cheek, I winced in pain.
Despite my agony, there was something appealing about this.
He impressed me with his nice boat. I was distracted by his smile and the sweet words coming from his nice voice.
I started bleeding. A brief moment of clarity alerted me to cut the line. He was handsome and charming. I quickly retied the string. He continued to pull me along. I loved it. I loved him.
Eventually, he got tired of pulling me along. I had run out of blood and I was getting smelly. I couldn't breathe anymore.
He filleted me while I was still alive, sucking for air. Then he ripped my gills and guts out and put them in a ziplock bag and took it straight to the trash.
He removed my skin and bones and cooked me up for a nice dinner. What a terrible ending to such a nice fish!
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