Mirtill Ondok
Today I walked to the store to get the newest trout fishing in America. It was a must, everyone had it. The way the material shone as the sunshine met the glittery pattern was breathtaking. I thought it’d look so good on me. As I walked into the store, there was silence. I found it weird because trout fishing in America was only sold in this store and everyone was trying to buy it. I took a turn to the right, and there it was; a labyrinth with a sign that said “trout fishing in America” with an arrow that pointed right into the labyrinth. As I passed the entrance of the labyrinth I was in a galaxy-themed room, and to get to the other side of the room, I had to jump on planets. They were far away from each other, so as I jumped on Neptune, I had to slow down a bit because I was exhausted. I finally made it to the next room, which was a field full of animals. I tried to pass by but couldn’t; it was too crowded. A cow came to me and handed me a pack of food. I threw the food so far away that every animal in the room disappeared, as they were running in the same direction as the nutriment. The field became empty and I could easily cross it. At the end of it, there was no sunshine and no planets, but most importantly no trout fishing in America. I found myself on the street again. I realized it was just a dream, but when I woke up to the sound of my alarm, it was painful. It was painful because I really wanted that trout fishing in America. I went downstairs and my mum gave me a pretty box with a big bow on it. I opened the gift and there was a card that said “Happy birthday!” and under the card hid my trout fishing in America, just as I had imagined.
Note from the editor: This is one of twelve pieces in the Spring 2022 issue of Folyosó that play with the concept of Richard Brautigan’s Trout Fishing in America.