Identity Theft
The world is much more interesting when you look outside the fishbowl... Maybe the filter needs to be changed?
A male wrasse accidentally hooks himself. Reality reels him to the butt of the boat to almost meet blades of an outboard propeller. Thank God for bad fishermen. The male wrasse grows. She’s now a large female caught in a net. Sieved from ocean-water, she flops in stuck breath. After measuring her, the fisherman sighs. He can’t eat her. The wrasse eventually meets her final maw from an oil rig drill on its last frontier. The inky depths are spread with an artificial octopus of tentacles.
Another male wrasse is born. The sick islands of ink prevent this wrasse to become a female meanwhile the ocean waves crumbled coral to shore. Further in from the shore, three fisherman talk.
“How’s business?” One asks, belly full of beef.
“Can’t fish anywhere. Fuckin’ oil rigs.” Says another, head in an esky.
The third fisherman is occupied with his phone.
“Mate?” The first fisherman pokes the third’s shoulder.
“Oi! Fuck off… I got nothin’ too… but you blokes might want to read this,” The antisocial fisherman flips his phone to everyone else, “Something here says fuel prices are going down… also says we’re able to work tomorrow… but fish were the problem here?”