Trying my hand at flash fiction for an online writer's 'zine.
Octavio was a writer of class conscious poetry. Born
of an illegal immigrant father and a mother who he’d hardly known, he crossed
the border into the States and toiled the heated, dry fields of southern
California harvesting broccoli and writing in sloppy long-hand on anything he
could find. So far today he’d written sixteen sonnets, a play, and about a thousand
haikus – mostly concerning a meat pie named Sebastian. Fred and Alice – owners
of a vast empire of locally sold produce located near El Centro - worried Octavio would
never pay his rent, they opted for the only thing which made sense and tossed
him into a nearby lake while he was asleep.
Over dinner the following evening, Alice
found a note slipped inside her trout. “I poisoned this fish…with feelings.”
Fred chuckled and thought it was somewhat amusing, but he still felt it was a good
idea to eat vegetarian for the time being.
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