It was morning, and she could not feel.
The writhing catfish held between her teeth slowly suffocated as dawn splintered across Lucretia’s face and body, broken up by the reeds of the riverbank.
She did not bite down on the fish. She hadn’t wanted it to begin with, catfish were too bony for her to enjoy eating very much, but it’s what she caught.
I should eat it.
She did not. Lucretia just sat there, as if struck dumb by the heavens, the catfish’s struggling ceasing, though it would continue to gasp for air for several minutes more.
The writhing catfish held between her teeth slowly suffocated as dawn splintered across Lucretia’s face and body, broken up by the reeds of the riverbank.
She did not bite down on the fish. She hadn’t wanted it to begin with, catfish were too bony for her to enjoy eating very much, but it’s what she caught.
I should eat it.
She did not. Lucretia just sat there, as if struck dumb by the heavens, the catfish’s struggling ceasing, though it would continue to gasp for air for several minutes more.
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little drummer boy - by Lucretia - June 01, 2022, 02:58 PM
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