After eleven exciting days in Peru, I’m glad to be back in the company of the Friday Fictioneers. Today’s photo, posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, was provided by Fatima Fakier Deria. Thanks to you both.
I make my living chasing
salmon and halibut and dogfish
across miles of salt-scented waves
under the heat of the midday sun
or swallowed by a cacophony of rain.
I am alone ninety days out of the year and
have learned to enjoy the solitude.
I whistle along with sea birds,
play guitar and mend nets.
I need no partner
woman or man
to make the world go round.
I am content
until my feet anchor on land.
There I endure endless pawing,
cat-calls and intimidation
from fishermen threatened by
the existence of
independent women.
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Up From the Ashes 