Sunday, 3 January 2010

Fisho - Caloundra II

I'm sitting on aq tiny tiled balcony surrounded by cream and silver aluminium railings. A man in a yellow Alpha Romeo convertible pulls up at the bottom of the dead end street. He takes a hand held megaphone from the front passenger seat and stands in the middle of the street and announces his presence and his intentions. He's selling fresh seafood from his tiny convertible boot.

FRESH LOCAL KING PRAWNS his voice echoes up to my third floor apartment. He delivers his message in staccato. ONE. WORD.AT.A.TIME. FRESH. SAND. CRABS. FIVE. DOLLARS. EACH. He's done this before. He's been to advanced megaphone school - it's a final year subject for fishmongers.

Customers dribble out from unseen doorways below me to greet the upwardly mobile fisho. He's strangly conscious of his image. He wears bright yellow trousers which make me realise his Alpha is actually more orange than yellow.

He opens his boot to reveal twin eskies and I catch a glimpse of a yellow set of scales. The orange king prawns he weighs on the scales help me understand that his Alpha is actually more of a mustard colour.

The ocean behind him is greenish.

5 comments:

Vera said...

This was a lovely capture of a 'moment', and your description planted me squarely in that 'moment' with you.

Grand Purl Baa said...

Nah. That isn't mustard. It is canary yellow. Same colour as the plastic box holding the prawns. Same colour as a canary.

little hat said...

My camera is very cheap. You had to be there.

little hat said...

On second thoughts I reckonnhis trousers are canary yellow. Though he sounded more like a galah.

Grand Purl Baa said...

Haw haw. (Donkey laugh)