He looked at the sardines on his plate.
They had been swimming happily out in the blue green deep tides.
Only hours before.
Now they were on his plate.
Just protein and minerals. A dead carcass.
And he would eat them.
He looked around at the other patrons in the cafe.
Would he eat them?
Or would they eat him?
He took a sip of his wine.
Perhaps if he lived to a ripe old age; the grapevine would eventually feed on him.
Just protein and minerals. A dead carcass.
Have a fearless Friday!
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