The stench of the slaughtered criminals rose from the cobbled streets of the TOWN SQUARE ...the perfume hangs heavy in the town square … at times, the wind carried the fetid waft into nearby stores where merchants complain of the odour ruining business, distracting customers from purchasing goods and trading money for services.
The TOWN SQUARE was a flat, ground level opening hedged by tall, hexagonal buildings with fabulous living-chambers. With hundreds of years of rapidly shifting climate Rising sea levels .. due to geographical disposition, moon phases etc... part of the TOWN SQUARE was encased with barnacles and mollusk husks, clinging to the bases of the buildings. Many layers of criminal blood seal the marine life to the buildings, marrying the elements in a sanctimonious bond. The hexagonal complexes surrounding the TOWN SQUARE garnered much attention and foot traffic as it was an affordable yet for cosy living solution with close proximity to the centre of the civilisation.
A Criminal flees a failed execution on foot, staggering and exhausted...dodging outposts of the TOWN GUARDS...arriving at the RIVERSIDE
th pursuit appears successful and the criminal arrives at a quiet riverside. There in solace, he slumps beside the cool waters offered by the RIVERSIDE, the dancer kneels at the water’s edge, it’s waves gently lapping, its rhythmic beating becoming a sweetened dirge.
The waters caress the tattered pants. pangs of hot red blood course through the clear waters, swirling carelessly as they unfurl like tendrils. Casting his eyes to the clear waters, cooing to the fish, he sees the following:
A fish was sulking behind an abandoned (sunken) air conditioning unit at the bottom of an Ocean.
It was courting the machine in various ways,
At some times the interaction became a fluid movement of pure bliss between fish and Air conditioned relation.
The fish knew a little about human culture, Shown in how it dances and moves within The reeds.
It fleetingly felt the human sincerity pulses briefly,
As a fish experiencing sincerity within a sunken unit
Receiving visions like quips from the human realm
They came in the form of a sweaty dancer in a parade. the fish took on these properties very very momentarily,
Then receiving visions these visions of the human in spurts
The fish darted Around the unit in zigzag patterns, as in through seeing the Parade for a first time, an opulence!
The fish did things to become the parade.
Then did things to become the man in a quaint Poseidon outfit
Firstly by mimicking the The chain which connects the dancer’s nipples, to knave of neck, across to the back area.
Fish did this representation of self through its own representation of self, through doing this act as much as it could, unknowing, in its current form.
The bubble as representation of the self of fish with back chain to fins.
So this entailed moving its fin up and stretching it into its belly area, hardly making it, hardly experiencing the feeling but making it somehow connected to the chain arrangement across the human form.
It was the fish's embellishment of this chain around its own form, making it better and even more grand
Than how the Human himself wore it.
the fish zig zagged to each motion expertly
Concentrating on this, really concentrating hard.
Then fish was happy at this position in its expression of the chain from the chest to nipple and how it had achieved this.
So the fish also did a dance to mimic its fabulous muse in a way, an homage to the hips that moved so well.
Where the fish found difficulty mimicking the back chain - it was able to interpret the outfit of the dancer with ease.
Then Three fish came together briefly to shift their fins idiosyncratically to create the dangling chain effect slightly.
As the fish did so it flourished in various ways to the other fist, watching from behind a reed. Their fins began to move the same way, in interpretation of the sexual body chains
until they all came together in a circle to more purposely achieve something more accurate.
Something a little more sincere
One yellow fish placed their fin on the back of one of its partners while another yellow fish contorted its fins and arched back to mimic the great trident of Poseidon that their muse wore as they were fed images of him dancing above on the land.
Two other fish did the same, and by joining together, they managed to flourish successfully into something that looked much like a trident.
the criminal took these sights in with slow contemplation. He Sobbed, with his mouth growing large with bubbling saliva. between curdled breaths he says he is alone.
Meanwhile Somewhere close to three millennium later:
‘A New York woman says she found a dead rodent sewn into a dress from a Zara clothing store. She is accusing the company of negligence and is seeking money for damages, according to court documents filed Friday.
Cailey Fiesel, 24, who lives in Manhattan, bought two dresses from the Zara store in Greenwich, Connecticut, on July 5, according to court documents. She says she hung the dresses up and left them in her closet for a few weeks after buying them.
On August 16, Fiesel took one of the dresses out of her closet and wore it to work, according to court documents. While at work, Fiesel became aware of a "pungent odor," but wasn't able to figure out where it was coming from, according to court documents. She then noticed what felt like a string brushing against her leg. When she reached down to inspect, she found something else entirely.
"To her utter shock and disbelief, as she ran her hand over the hem of the dress, she felt an unusual bulge and suddenly realized that it was not a string that was rubbing against her leg, but was instead a leg rubbing against her leg," the court documents state. "The leg of a dead rodent, that is."'
I tell a close friend this story at a gathering of friends and the conversation changes to other topics, which include automobiles; currency conversion rates; plans for the new year.