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Fado
Fado
The hall clock chimed twelve. The wagon was full. “I’ll
get gold for that lot tomorrow.” He sighed. “Brilliant!
Now stop.” But the salt kept flowing. “Good enough!
Stop!”
Salt poured onto the table and spilled onto the floor.
The man rushed for a container, but his greed had left
nothing in reserve. Salt continued to flow. Salt
streamed into the parlor. Salt covered the couch, the
piano, and the pictures on the wall. Salt flooded every
room. The foundation strained to hold the house and
finally broke. The house rolled downhill into the ocean.
Salt still gushed from the mill. Salt burst the front door
and poured into the sea. White clouds billowed
underwater. The sea passed it from one wave to the
next. When the salt reached the rivers, the rivers
pushed back. The marsh grasses of the deltas fenced in
the salt, protecting the fruit and flowers blossoming
inland. Fish couldn’t swim upriver and died or changed
unrecognizably. Nests were burned by the harsh
crystals. Even today, the rivers push the salt water back
to sea in the marshland and river deltas, protecting the
upper river and the inland lakes from the salt and
keeping them clean, clear and fit for life.