Sunday, April 12, 2009

Fish Lines

Dee felt sick inside the city crowds, binding her and declining her to her knees.The mayor mentioned, “high-fives for the fish inclined to wear fair doctor frocks!”Her eyes widened, and her knees sprung from the paved ground.Dee shined out of the leagues of men in the legal rooms to the seas. She was inclined to be a doctor, and lest she veered, the high-fives would be then inclined to her. When she came, the sea flowed in a forward religion. So she declined onto her knees and fished in order to be a doctor. Dee needed bait. To better he yet, she lacked and needed a net. She was resigned, but then again inclined to her religion, so she used her sock as a fish netter. Dee flaunted the sock, soaking it in the see and trying to make the fish inclined to it. The sock only became a soaking vault never to be broken. From her brow, Dee’s tears fell, hit, and splashed a mossed-over rock, lying.But again being inclined to be a doctor, she forever carried floss in her blue frock. The floss let the fish faster become her fowl. Dee hooked and lined five fish. She was now finally inclined to disguise herself and get those high fives from the mayor, being the doctor. She stuck her hand through the gutted fish like a mitt, giving new layers to her skin. When she was fully disguised inside the fish skin, she finned back to the amphitheater to be outfitted with the fair doctor fish frock, thus inclined to be the doctor and get those high-fives from the mayor. But when she arrived, she saw the city crowds in waves. Ousted from the buildings and theaters and legal rooms, there was no more order. The men and mares were finning out and in of their religions just like how soccer is ordered. Upon seeing the fifty layers all finning in and out of the field and sea in leagues and schools. She looked high into the sky. Someone called a foul. Everyone declined to their knees. But she stood as her fin on point, and proceeded to fish for the gutted, religion inclined, blue frock wearing city people, one by one, inclining them back to their socks, healing all with her fishing.

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