Fishing

by: Anwar Arab

translator: Bawar Maroofi

To Franz Hohler*

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I went out of the house, with a piece of cloth on my wound to stop it from bleeding. It was twenty minutes to reach the hospital. All the vessels of my hand were beating, dumb dumb dumb. I pressed the cloth harder. Blood came out of it as a long and narrow fountain, I could not stop it. The vessels of my hand were still beating, duff duff duff. I removed the cloth to see the depth of my injury; something similar to a snake suddenly brought its head and neck out and went back so fast. I was scared; so I again put the cloth on it. I had never seen such a thing. I removed the cloth one more time to take another look at it which was a deep black well now. I brought my head closer and watched it thoroughly, but I found nothing, except the red colored darkness. I put one of my fingers inside to measure its depth. The finger went more and more inside until all of my hand, my arm, my shoulders and all of my body was suddenly inside the well. When I tried to yell and cry, something in the shape of a long serpent came out of my throat. I cracked the creature under my keen teeth before it could bring its entire body out of my mouth. A large amount of blood came out of my throat and I fell into a blood pool. As I pushed my tongue back to stop the blood, a fish came through my mouth and a thorn-like thing was inside my throat. I tried to bring the thing out with the help of my hands, but a man took me out of the pool by a fishing rod.

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*Franz Hohler is a Swiss author known as Kafka of short stories. His stories are fraught with limitless imagination that he keeps it going on and on and on… until he takes the reader towards vanity, and then laughter and cry…