I was pleased by the rose but as I admired it, I saw that I had neglected the fish and that they had begun to die.
I walked into the front room and on the wooden dining table there lay a giant mermaid's purse, a transparent embryonic sac produced by certain shark species. It was as long as my arm. Inside were two different types of young fishes; to the right there were many small slim blue sharks coiled about each other, to the left, a mass of giant translucent galaxid species. I opened the thick membrane with a knife and the fish were bathed in a tea-coloured fluid. I took out a shark and put it into water in a red bucket on the bed, then returned to the front room. From the plank wood of the table a rose bush had started to grow as though from a lopped trunk; it had already produced a flower and I saw that it was Variagata de Bologna, an old cultivar with red and white stripes. I was pleased by the rose but as I admired it, I saw that I had neglected the fish and that they had begun to die. Comments are closed.
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