Fish Mold

Abstract

<p>"Unmolding will be simple," the salesman had promised. Now the dining room holds an impatient jury as her trial in the kitchen begins, Wiping her hands on a useless lace apron, her face is covered with whipped cream and despair. Her husband's voice offers comfort through the door. In desperation she decides to try warm water. It worked on the ice cube trays. In the sink, the green fish comes to life. Her husband enters the kitchen just in time to see the unjelled fish go flopping down the drain...</p>