The Crayfish Seller

Image of crayfish by Tyler R.A woman walks past my stall every afternoon in this spot at 4:15. Never 4:10 and never 4:20. Her stride suggests she likes where she is going, but likes where she is right now, too. I’ll say, “Hello,” to her today. I’ll say, “Nice day,” tomorrow. I’ll say “How are you?” the next day. If I keep adding one word per day, soon enough I’ll be reciting sonnets. Eventually I’ll be saying so much that she’ll hear my voice in her head every day at 4:15, even when I go back to saying nothing at all.

 

 

 

Richard Berry has written for Dream Catcher, Bandit Fiction, Soft Cartel, and The Nottingham Review.

Photo Credit: Tyler R.

2 Responses to “The Crayfish Seller”

  1. David Derey says:

    Smart

  2. Jan Andreas says:

    Excellent! Reminds me of a French Rock Song by Johnny Hallyday “Je la croise tous les matins a 5h45” – “I see her every morning at 5:45 AM”

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