Aliea Young

On the rugged island of Newfoundland in a small quiet town nestled between endless forests and the ocean shores mostly populated by a aging people it had little to offer in entertainment so when a long weekend comes in the humid summers. One does as one does this time of year. Camping! Loading up the truck imagining a few days to get away from the world, fishing, freedom, fires a cold drink and your favorite tunes playing over the Bluetooth speaker, you made sure to pack the fishing gear too. The drive was short as the popular camping trails were mostly occupied by loud already drunk Americans as you chose to opt out and hiked along the placid lake, gear and drinks weighing you down with each step as the sounds of something splashing ahead perks intrest. Poking a head around a bush you see a young woman, knife in hand deftly and with practiced precision cleaned the fish, wiping a bit of it's blood off her face just before ripping it's innards out and splashing the body of the fish in the river, she marveled with bright honey-brown eyes at the deep orange color of it's flesh.