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Photograph courtesy of the author “It’s going to go on doing that,” said Ella, “Until it’s dead”. As fish went, it seemed quite ordinary – more grey than silver, a slightly triangular tube, tapered from head to tail, compact and without particular grace. But it was writhing on the concrete, bashing and thrashing head and tail against the dock in an irregular and now failing rhythm. Ella felt her chest tighten, as if she had been swimming too long underwater and was being prevented from gettin... |
