Cad

Chitra squealed and swiped at her chest. The tiny fish leaped back into the ocean in a flash of silver.

“Did you just get felt up by a fish?”

We hadn’t noticed them before, but now we spotted them all around us: schools of pinkie-sized fish skipping there … and there … and there. We guarded our cleavage with our hands when they came near.

“Who needs fishing nets when you’ve got boobs like those?” I said.

“Come to mommy,” she crooned.

The real fishermen