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Fish

Woke from another unsettling draam. He’d bought me some fish. It was due to come through the post. I’d felt bad about this. I didn’t want to eat it, after all I was a vegan, but something made me want or was it need it. I was eating some white fish as I woke. I was horrible, it tasted metallic, unhappy, dead.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.