Working on a third piece of text for the project. I already know this won’t be it, but I want to publish it so I can move on. More soon (hopefully)…

Blood, thick and unknown. He was covered in it after a long day in the Gulf stream spent fishing for tuna.

Blood pours after the fish is pierced by the gaff. The idea is not to kill the fish, no, anglers simply stick them so that other men may hoist their heavy bodies aboard. The slaughter happens later.

Blood had soaked his legs and filled his boots.

He was in love with the act and with the fish themselves. The camaraderie among the mates. The sun. Much of his young life had been devoted this day and many others like them. For him it was not bloodshed, it was living.