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I encountered the weirdest roadkill ever for a land-locked state - sea bass.
Right there, on the side of the road, big and still wet from the water. There is no sea bass in Oklahome that I'm aware of, nore were our winds ever strong enough in the last few days to blow on in. The way he lay, he looked as if he'd been hit by a passing car and spun into his death pose there across the outside lane, straddling the painted line.
Not being a forensics scientist, I couldn't tell if he was dead before the car hit him or if the car caused his demise.
I shall probably never know.
Now, though, I have this interesting story idea....it would fit most excellently into my Thousand Days to Freedom novel, which desperately needed something to counterpoint the Sand Dancers. Roadkill fish will also help carry the theme of the novel in a place where it was weak and needed reinforcement. One scene, just one scene, with roadkill fish, and it moves the whole novel forward to a point I'd been trying to reach for more than a year.
Poor fish, having to be washed up onto a back street in Oklahoma to help a struggling novelist make a literary point.
Nice fish, for sacrificing its life to further my novel.
I will not let your death be in vain. I may give you two scenes in my novel.
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~M~
..we got a ginger carpet cat just like that one..lol
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Orange kitties all tend to fat, given half a chance, don't they? Only skinny ones I've ever seen were sick ones.
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Wow. That is epic weirdness. Very kind of him to sacrifice himself in the name of literature though.
Sea bass of unknown origin, I salute you!
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