“Why are you a fisherman?”

I knew the whys didn’t matter. My future, it was being decided as I wasted breath. My future hinged on the forced blood sample that was taken from me just moments earlier.

I didn’t know what my blood type was, but I knew this: The chances of me possessing “golden blood” were highly improbable. There were only eleven worldwide, and that was before the plague ravaged this world.

Lysander, the newly appointed leader, just needed a donor. They only cared about this. They had to be desperate to even consider the taking of blood from a blue singlet like myself…

“I-I-I like being outdoors!”

This was, of course, just some filler. The truth was that I had been working on my boat; I wanted out of this eighty-sixed place. Perishing all alone meant freedom—it meant autonomy.

The drogher of Lysander and I talked only to pass the time until the results came in. My fate wasn’t promised, and it wasn’t dependent upon the conversation’s outcome.

“Look,” said the drogher, “cut the bulldust.” “Tell me about your family, what did your parents do?”

“My dad was a bricklayer, and my mother a baker.”

“A bricklayer…?”

I knew that would get a response. My blood would not be pedigree. I was without value to him.

“Yes—”

The drogher stared at me emotionless.

The lab technicians’ heavy gait could be heard hastily approaching from down the hall.

I went to the elevator.

The floor numbers in the color of yellow were speeding quickly by, undigested by my retina. They bled together—they became a blinding lump of confusion and panic.

Upon opening the door, I saw him, Lysander. He was white as a sheet.

“And his blood sir, was—”

“It didn’t go well…” The drogher looked puzzled.

I had imagined that a silvery mammoth boulder in the shape of an epilogue took refuge in my throat. I couldn’t rid myself of it.

“He has it…the golden blood, the fisherman,” Lysander muttered. “And he’ll be the key to saving us all.”

I’m now priceless.

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Fuji
Fuji(@fuji)
11 months ago

Melissa, this story is fabulous. It may be your best one yet. I was enthralled from the first two paragraphs and couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. I love that your simple fisherman, son of a bricklayer and a baker, is now priceless. The key to saving them all! Lovely.

Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
11 months ago

A very interesting story Melissa. Is this part of a longer project? Just wondered, near the end, should that be ‘fisherman’ rather than ‘fishermen’?

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Reply to  Melissa Taggart
11 months ago

We saw these comments and fixed the word In question. Thanks for finding that, Carrie! Great story, Melissa.

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Carrie OLeary
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Reply to  Melissa Taggart
11 months ago

No problem. I don’t know how many times I read my own stuff and still miss typos, yet when I’m reading books or other people’s writing, I spot things all the time ?

Juma
Juma(@juma)
11 months ago

What a great story and a great picture, Melissa. Did you take the photo? By the way, congratulations for being the featured Voice on the Stars page. What an honor.

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Margarida Brei
Margarida Brei(@margarida-brei)
10 months ago

Miss Melissa, you have written a very intriguing story. Now I have to reread to further my enjoyment and look up some of your complex words.

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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
10 months ago

Hello, Melissa. Your story is very inspiring to me. I see myself as the fisherman in your story. Very well portrayed and picture-perfect. Good job, Melissa.

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
Reply to  Melissa Taggart
10 months ago

You’re welcome, Melissa.

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Marianna Pieterse
Marianna Pieterse(@marianna-pieterse)
10 months ago

Melissa, I enjoyed your story very much! I like the idea of the simple fisherman being the one that is now priceless! The dialogue is very believable. Great story.

Marianna Pieterse
Marianna Pieterse(@marianna-pieterse)
Reply to  Melissa Taggart
10 months ago

I agree ?

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