Going native

Abstract

Jason's watch said ten till two-it was almost time. He crumbled the last bits of cheeseburger into his palm and began to flick them into the water by his elbow. The surface boiled and the bits vanished. Then the golden backs massed together and the fat lips kissed the air, smacking and sighing. Carp of truth. Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth. They wanted more. He had the sense they wanted to climb out onto the grass altogether and take his lunch.