Drink the Rest of That by Guy J. Jackson

Author:Guy J. Jackson [Jackson, Guy J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-78279-634-3
Publisher: John Hunt Publishing
Published: 2015-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

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All The Light

All the light and hearts afire cleaned his mind passages away, golden silt through a hundred sieves, and he therefore couldn’t fish anymore. His neighbor fishermen (bar stools), each as short as the other, both their upper arm sets rounded the same. Both their hairpieces plastered makeshift doom down. He just tapped the fishing tackle box that didn’t have a tangle of line coming out of it. The type of girl who lays her head on a bar provides the type of light he needs to not find joy in fishing any longer.

Why does he drink soda pop? To have flavor enter his mouth? Maybe it’s the soda pop what’s slushing his belly and keeping him from fishing. There was a freshwater pond there, and you’d get there just in time for the Portugese fishing fleet to get in and you’d buy your dinner right from the boat. His hands were cold from no circulation. He needed to be casting. He’s got this calcium deficiency. On the other side is a neighbor (bar stool) who’s a doppelganger. Simply one day met his twin in a bar. They were surprised at first but then they fell into easy discussion of getting a couple poles, a box of tackle, and just getting on down there to the docks, in spite of the presence of all this light. It’s just that no one gets any sleep around here, pointed out his twin. But lack of sleep was not to stop them fishing. And all the others crowding the docks, he asked, all of them with hearts afire? Never mind them, said the twin, there’s plenty of fish in the sea. He and his twin out on the docks with the sun too bright and the waves reflecting melancholy but they fished all the same, and the game of it took them through a good day. But then upon walking home the twin said the deaths of the fish were starting to bother him. He wasn’t sure if he was beginning to see their little fishy souls in the depths of their dark eyes. He wasn’t sure if all the sad push of all the light was just being unsure about killing anything at all anymore, even fish which had always hitherto seemed an okay thing to kill. And all the time the twin was talking he began to wonder if the twin was real, or just a fresh hallucination of his forever budding guilt.

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