The Boy Who Had Fish, Part IV

Her plan had worked perfectly. Luke did exactly what she knew he would. It took her months of planning. Of course she knew Luke would call Sara. After she walked in on their almost kiss at the new years party last year, she knew their bond over fish was something real. So she planted the bass with the letters, none of which were actually sent, carefully left a picture taken at the new years party on the desk, just in case he needed reminding on who to call and left before he came home. She was supposed to be away on business, and she was, setting up a plan to rid her husband of his fish forever.

Luke trembled. There was his wife Jackie, standing over Sara with a crowbar. She stared at him with a face furious with love and disappointment. She dropped the crowbar and it made an empty thud as it bounced off of Sara’s chest, walked toward Luke, raised her arms and irately beat him with her fist. Luke’s heart collapsed with guilt. His all consuming love of fish had driven the only woman he really loved to the brink of murder. He stared at Sara’s body and the snaking line of blood coming from her wound and knew that she was nothing but a symbol of his fish. A life he wanted to leave, for Jackie.

Jackie explained how she knew he would come here. The receipts from here tucked in the pockets of pants that she found doing laundry. He knew Sara would come, because even though she never really loved Luke, she loved his fish. She walked Luke over to the 18 wheeler she had rented and driven from Montgomery, opened the hatch and let Luke see his beloved fish that were stacked to ceiling. She told him that their baby would not live in a house where this was going on. A tear fell down Luke’s cheek as he thought about how he would never see them again, not because he didn’t want to, but because Jackie would most likely kill him if he said he wanted to keep them. They worked to rid the trailer of the fish, climbed in the cab of the truck, but in Born to Run and headed south.

Sara awoke with a raging headache. She placed her hand down to help herself get up and it slipped right out from underneath her. She looked down and realized she was laying on top of a 35 foot high pile of fish. The dockworkers were just arriving and she could hear police sirens heading that way, soon the reporters from the Times would be there and the head line would read:

Sara James: HAS ALL THE FISH IN NEW YORK!



The End.