Fortune’s Fool

All men are equal before fish – Herbert Hoover

I spent yesterday afternoon on the rocks. Literally. There’s a small, pebbly, black-sanded beach near me where I like to go on a sunny weekend afternoon. Four harpoon fishermen snorkelled about just offshore, while fish nibbled on the algae covering the rocks at the edge of the beach. Every time the waves came in and went out again I could see their little tails flipped up into the air, wiggling and jiggling like those red plastic fortune tellers that you used to get as a child. The ones that you put on the palm of your hand which then curled up or barrelled over and told you your character or how you were feeling that day or whatever. Due to having naturally cold hands they usually used to tell me that I was near to death. The real fish, however, told me that I was content on the beach, watching the sun sinking lower in the sky as they fed. As some wise man no doubt once said: some days, all you need is fish.

Image by Michael M Way on Flickr

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Kate Bailward is a cat-loving, trifle-hating, maniac driver. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+
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3 Responses to Fortune’s Fool

  1. Roxanne says:

    Love this story. I need the breath of sea air and the liveliness of it today. Thank you…
    Roxanne´s last post ..Zadie Smith, you speak straight to my heart.

  2. Katja says:

    You’re welcome. I always find that the sea can banish any black mood. Last week was a shocker, so a day in salt air contemplating fish was just what I needed. Sending thoughts of the sea your way …

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