Hi
Just a random creative piece I wrote:
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Waking up in a hangover on a Sunday afternoon isn’t the ideal lifestyle of a fifty- one year old land mammal. Arguably, it doesn’t seem like it should be the lifestyle of any animal, young or old. Yet on this very special day, Todd, braindead, in a struggle to even find the ground, threw up a conglomeration of mushed olives, Nobby’s lightly salted peanuts, and Chef Bob’s legendary ten dollar half kilo catfish, all concocted into a broth by about a litre of expired goon. A second round was surefire to burst at any moment but the sudden clicking of small gears and the thudding of small footsteps, followed by larger footsteps poured into the-
“Daddy, what’s Uncle Todd doing?” The high pitched noise was enough to cause the second wave of pungent spew to hit the deck- but it wasn’t sea sickness Todd was suffering from, nor was it taking place on a deck. Next to Todd, loomed a deformed crib, on the verge of collapse, due to the excessive application of a weight five times the recommended limit. Around Todd, lay an assortment of children’s toys- a zebra that sung lullabies if yanked hard enough, a plastic train, far from its rails, and a Peekaboo bear that had since recently been coloured a light blue.
“You gotta be kidding me… All over our brand new carp- Sandra!”
“Coming darling,”
“Could you get Emmie.” Dan stood in the doorway of the baby- pink room that was once meant to serve much more purpose than for a homeless brother’s palette. There was little else that the poor man could do but gape at the appalling mess.
“Look Mum! Peakaboo has got fish on him!” A set of light- blue eyes peeped into the room momentarily before responding with the same shocked face.
“Come on Emmie… We have to… leave.”
A set of perpetrating brown eyes remained, glaring down at the mess.
“On my bloody birthda- Jesus! Is that fish?” There was a sigh, that had been motivated by somewhat more intention than to release air. “Look Todd, I’m sorry- but it’s just too much… and, our girl’s also just getting too old, she needs her own room now. We need her own room now.” They both knew what that meant. A drip of saliva and a solitary tear also added to the mess. Todd didn’t know what else to do but to avoid his brother’s eyes and blubber in shame.
Sun and saltwater. Todd didn’t like what was reflected- an old, cold man with peeling skin, and long greasy hair, doubled- Todd was yet to recover from the night. There was silence, except of course for the thrashing of waves and the scuttling of a petrified crab caught in a net beneath him. But suddenly- a creaking. Not just, the creaking of the jetty. Not just, the creaking of approaching footsteps. But, the creaking, of a newfound passion, set alight in Todd’s heart.
“Ya’ don’t mind if I sit here mate?” The stranger asked. Attached to his back were a set of rods and a bucket.
“Nyesh”
This resulted in a frown, but nonethless, the man planted his bag on the jetty and spent a moment attaching some bait before throwing out the line. About twenty minutes passed, and there was not one tug. Meanwhile Todd glared into the sea. He could even see the fish.
“Would ya’ be able to hold ma’ rod for a sec’ while I just grab my crabs mate?” Todd did so much as to nod, and the companion passed the rod, and walked down the jetty momentarily to fish out a buoy and heave up a net.
As soon as the man had left, Todd felt a violent vibrating in his shoulder.
“Feeeeesh! Feeeeeesh! ‘Hot shoooood I doooooo!” Becoming more fierce, Todd staggered upwards, his feet spreading, grinding into the edge of the jetty.
“Feeeeeeeeeeesh! Feeeeeeeeeeesh! Hilppppppppp!” Dissatisfied with the lone crab, Todd’s companion had thrown the net back in the sea. It took a moment before the man’s mouth drooped wide open, before he began hollering ecstatically as he sprinted towards Todd. Slamming Todd backwards with intense force- the fish plummeted far beyond the water, eventually shattering the wooden surface of the jetty into splinters.
Behold, the ten foot, five hundred kilo catfish! Todd's companion stood on the deck yodelling, while Todd, lay on the jetty, winded, incapable of any form of movement, and unaware of what his life was to become.
Waking up in a hangover on a Sunday afternoon isn’t the ideal lifestyle of a fifty- two year old land mammal. Arguably, Todd wasn’t really a land mammal anymore. He spent most of his time inhabiting the seas. Nor did Todd really wake up.
On this special day, Dan, Sandra, and not so little Emmie, and all their relatives, friends, friend’s relatives, and relative’s friends, celebrated atop of the world’s finest four- story fishing boat. Two decks for parties and functions, and two decks just for fishing- with fishing nets, that stretched further then any jetty, and a crab net the size of Emmie’s room- not her old one, the one in Dan’s new house. There was a chinking on a wine glass announcing a speech.
“Cheers to the new year. A year more prosperous than ever.
I would have never dreamed of living in such an amazing abode.
Nor setting sail in the actual Titanic but for fish.
Nor spending my Sunday afternoons with all a thousand of you”
There was a rowdy applause, as if one were to announce that they had won a million dollars. Dan chinked the wine glass again. He cleared his throat:
“To my brother, Todd- thank you!” The party resumed.
Amidst all the dancing, and clapping and screaming, Dan peered over at his brother, who lay motionless, with dark shades on. His long, greasy hair was slicked back, and his head suspended backwards. Dan chuckled and turned away to talk to his wife’s great aunt’s uncle’s best mate from high school. Meanwhile, Todd remained at his arm chair. He in fact, was not drunk, nor hungover, nor braindead- he was simply, dead.
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