Fishing Fires (A portion of the loss, true squid) [#WeeklyShortShortNote]

His mornings usually begin with squid.

Sashimi is lined up on the dining table. It is fresh, translucent squid that was just caught.

"A portion of the loss, true squid, huh."

My father, a squid fisherman, laughs. He brought home the rejects from this morning's catch that couldn't be put up for auction.

"Squid again in the morning?"
"Fool, it's delicious because you eat it in the morning."

My father is in a good mood.

Squid in the morning since I was a little kid. It doesn't make for much of a song. And I don't eat the squid. I'm sick of it. I eat toast and drink cafe au lait. I ride my bicycle to school. This year I'm a student preparing for entrance exams, and although I'm an only child, I won't be taking over the fishing business. My mother says that's for the best. I don't know what my father thinks about it.

I go from school to cram school, study until eight in the evening, and then pedal my bicycle home. On the way, I can see the fishing fires brightly illuminating the sea.

Squid fishing lasts from around three in the afternoon until dawn, and they use those lights to attract the squid.

I'm sick of squid, but when I see those lights, I can't help but think.

Which one of those is Dad?

Just a little bit, I hope there's squid again tomorrow.

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I participated in this project.

The hidden theme was "A portion of the loss, true squid," so it's a story literally about squid. The setting is Hakodate.
I want to eat fresh squid in the morning.