Thursday June 8th, 2017

The exercise:

Write about something that is: up in the air.

One last dead fish first thing this morning to finish my week off, this time at Lions Park. Didn't smell especially terrible, so it must have been relatively fresh.

To clear up any confusion, dead fish wash up on the beaches fairly often. Some get hit by boats, others are leftovers from ospreys, and others... who knows. Old age?

And with lake levels going down the last few days I guess some fish are getting stranded on the beaches as well.

Anyway. Four days off have arrived, so you get at least a temporary reprieve from fish stories.

Mine:

"Look! It's a bird!"

"Why are you so excited about a bird?"

"No! It's a plane!"

"Hold on, I'm not letting you get away with that quite so easily. You have seen a bird before, right?"

"No! It's Superman!"

"... you don't get out much, do you?"