Last night I had a nightmare perhaps inspired by the "fish eye" soup that I saw a man known as the "Old Salt" savor at an East Providence restaurant. In the nightmare I was back in Washington Park of the 1950s at an exotic aquarium fish store named Dagon's.
I was accompanied by my friend Norman - the "boy scientist." Norman expressed an interest in buying an unusually beautiful fish for his science teacher, Miss Brodie, whom he had a pre-adolescent crush on.
Old Mr. Dagon said in a discouraging tone: "Why you look like you own no property!" The price of the fish was $50.00 - indeed a little too expensive for poor boy Norman.
Then the nightmare became confused with reality. I remember Norman going back to Dagon's the next day and without hinting to me what he had in mind, dropped a tablet of Alka-Seltzer into the tank of the highly desired fish.
We returned to Dagon's after school and saw the ghastly result of Norman's evil prank: the beautiful fish was now a sickly white bloated corpse. Mr. Dagon was just scooping it out of the bowl. He gave Norman the "evil eye".
That summer Miss Brodie, on her honeymoon in South America was attacked by a school of hungry piranhas. There was not even a funeral.
I was accompanied by my friend Norman - the "boy scientist." Norman expressed an interest in buying an unusually beautiful fish for his science teacher, Miss Brodie, whom he had a pre-adolescent crush on.
Old Mr. Dagon said in a discouraging tone: "Why you look like you own no property!" The price of the fish was $50.00 - indeed a little too expensive for poor boy Norman.
Then the nightmare became confused with reality. I remember Norman going back to Dagon's the next day and without hinting to me what he had in mind, dropped a tablet of Alka-Seltzer into the tank of the highly desired fish.
We returned to Dagon's after school and saw the ghastly result of Norman's evil prank: the beautiful fish was now a sickly white bloated corpse. Mr. Dagon was just scooping it out of the bowl. He gave Norman the "evil eye".
That summer Miss Brodie, on her honeymoon in South America was attacked by a school of hungry piranhas. There was not even a funeral.
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