Chilly Fish

by Ryan Prior


"You know if there's ski tracks around here?"

"No, but somebody came from over that way earlier today."

"Thanks. Catch anything?"

"Not in the last couple hours. With this snow cover, it's hard for 'em to find the lure unless it's real bright out."

I glide smoothly across the expanse, floating above the chilly fish.

Road Trouble

by Ryan Prior


We're hauling a dozen Zulu workers home from the construction site in a bakkie. Ahead, a trailer has slammed into a car. We pull over and the workers jump out to grab sugar cane out of the trailer.

"Got a phone so I can call the police?"
We laugh.
"Welcome to South Africa, stranger."