Eerie Indiana Drabble: Sculpture
The Angler Fish was mottled white and pink, and it's smooth flesh had a greasy rubberized sheen to it. Melanie Monroe walked slowly around the fluted pedestal on which it sat, moving first clockwise, then anticlockwise. She sniffed, then wrinkled her noise.
"Jan?" she asked. "What did you say this thing was made from?"
Janet Donner glanced up from where she was folding napkins into an diorama showing the sunken city of R'lyeh rising from the deep.
"Spam," she said. "It was what Radford had on hand at short notice."
Melanie considered this.
"Hamgler fish," she said. "I like it."
"Jan?" she asked. "What did you say this thing was made from?"
Janet Donner glanced up from where she was folding napkins into an diorama showing the sunken city of R'lyeh rising from the deep.
"Spam," she said. "It was what Radford had on hand at short notice."
Melanie considered this.
"Hamgler fish," she said. "I like it."