‘The fishing boats crowded the jetty, nets overflowing with dead things from across the cosmos. The fishery opened at dawn, its great maw ready and ever-hungry. The cranes were ready to drop the day’s load on the conveyor belts, food already, regardless of its origins. Their world rarely fussed anymore, as long as it could eat.’ // ‘The Fishery’, a story by Cécile Cristofari with art by Emma Howitt
