Should I say “Hi”?
My hair says that there is new food! Yeah, this one is a living one, my chemo reception ensures me. I should not talk to you right now. You get it, right? As a pond fish, we don’t have that much living foods near us. When some slips unconsciously into the water, it is the most interesting moment here! So now I don’t have time to say you Hi.
Oh about the hair thing.... Ever heard about lateral line of fish? Maybe you haven’t...Who cares about our anatomy anyway! So there is imaginative line in our side, from head to tail, which is filled with sensory receptors like you. Though my system is better than yours :\
Come on! Swim with me if you want to listen from me. Oh... shhhhhhh! Don’t make sound while swimming. The food is still alive and it may have sensory parts too! I am not sure about that part -_- Becuase I am not that much experienced you know... like a teenager fish. A long long way to go...
What have you just said? Trap? What is a trap?
My mother never told me about that. Actually she vanished somehow in my childhood, did not get enough time to make me “Educated” like Bebla and Tchui.
They are my friends. They always got more than enough food. But recently they vanished too.
Hey human, what are you talking about? How can anyone catch me? I know my business, okay? Let me eat it fast. The food... oh I can see it now.. an earthworm it is! It is still in the midth of the height.... it should fall down slowly... it is not falling. Oh no, it is not a time to think why it is not falling, it is time to grab it real quick.
Please, don’t disturb me. Shut up and let me eat this.
Oh oh oh, my neck. what is this... Who is pulling me upward... a string... ahhh ahh ahh, who the fuck pulled me above water... I can’t breathe... HELP!! What the shit is happenning..
You should’ve told me about this mother.. It is really hard to stay alive above water.. Fu ckhhi ng Human... I canh’t tahk.... Maih time has cohm.. soh earlyy..
Ahm cohming mahdar.....
#I #Am #Coming #Mother
#Another #Fish #Perspective
Through the deep,
in the heart of a heartless,
soul less world,
I was there.
Looking for a cure,
for a disease I didn't know
If I am being honest,
I didn't even know
what was I looking for.
But I knew I was there.
And, then, suddenly,
the universe was born,
I saw a light, and I was sure
it was destined to cure me.
I approached inch by inch
with each flap of my fin
I was scared to ruin it.
And as I was about to
I smelled a stench.
The cosmic light went off,
the only light was the reflection
of the teeth of my doom
or cure, I don't know.
I didn't want to know.
In those moments,
I thought about you
as like these slipping time
you haven't gave me anything
but darkness and dread.
Orange. The name I had been given by a human.
I didn’t know why I was named Orange.
It did not sound like how it was spelt.
I didn’t know what it meant..or why it was why it was. But it was my name. And I liked it.
Everytime the human came, they poked at my tank to scare me even though I only flinched, and the human sat down on something that looked soft and comfy. I wouldn’t know how it felt. I’ve never felt it. Never had I been so serious. But Zebra and Red had died..their deaths effected all of us. I was not happy with Mr. Oscar Sr. though. He went on from their deaths like it didn’t happen!
I looked back at the human, and then noticed two younger humans coming to sit next to them. I could barely understood them but they as calm as before and the small humans left. Then the human looked at me, “I drew you, Orange. And everyone else, even Red and Zebra. I have to remember you all even when you die.” I only understood part of what they said but I continued to swim around.
This human appeared, took care of us and even talked to us, before disappearing for a long time. Then the cycle repeated. Over and over. I wonder if the human would ever disapper and not come back. That scared me..and what if the twins died? Or rude, quiet, Mr. Oscar Sr.? Or what about his young son, Oscar Jr.? What if I was all alone when I died? I didn’t want to be alone..my best friends had already died..what if I was next? I’m smaller than everyone else but Oscar Jr. yet I’m just skinnier than him!
“Hey, hey, Orange.” I looked back at the human and they pulled out something. “This is you.” I saw a weird looking thing they were showing me and a human drawn on it with a weird looking color. I looked at it before turning away. “And Red and Zebra too.” I turned around again and saw two more humans on the weird looking thing! They looked like Red and Zebra! My two best friends! Red has always been fiesty but he cared about us! Zebra was very kind and helpful! They were the best! I noticed two shapes above both of my friends that wasn’t above me. “I made them like angels because you know..they died but they were so special..” I only caught a few words but I understood ‘angel’, ‘died’, and ‘special’.
My friends were special angels who died!
I became happier thinking about my best friends, that time went by..and the human had to leave again. They tapped the glass one last time. “Goodbye, Orange. Bye, everyone. See you next time.” I made a circle and saw them disappear.
Okay, see you next time! Bye, human!
Day of the Fish
Oh, hi! I'm Fish. Someone said I was supposed to have a name, but I don't know of any given to me. Angelfish said that the young beasts gave me a name but I could never figure out what it was supposed to be. The young beasts, and old beasts too, live outside of water. I don't know why they do this, it must be awfully uncomfortable for them. Maybe that's why they make such loud noise all the time - they are in pain. The old beasts don't make as much noise as the young ones, maybe they have gotten used to not breathing?
Anyway, people say that I have a short memory. I don't know if that's true or not, it may be. I'm not the only one with memory issues though. Yesterday the young beasts fed me in the morning and just a few minutes later the old adults fed me! Angelfish refused to eat seconds, so I got all hers too. She said it was poor manners but I didn't think it was a big deal. Besides, the snails end up eating all the food that we don't, and heavens knows they don't need to get any fatter. I don't like the snails... they don't have much for brains. They aren't bossy and rude like the shrimp that used to live here, thank goodness, but they leave slime everywhere. It's not the good slime, either. The algea that forms underwater is perfect, pillowy soft and warm. The slime from the snails is just plain sticky and gross. I was very upset after the beasts put the snails here in my home, though now we've learned to tolerate each other. It's a pretty good life, all in all. I eat, swim, talk to Angelfish, move pebbles around, hide from the snails in the sunken ship, and sleep in my flower. The only time anything really goes wrong is when the beasts 'clean the tank.' They think that for some reason we like all the algae gone and brand new water. I wish they realized that it finally is back to being perfect about the time they ruin it again. First the young beasts bang all around me and on the tank, then scoop us all up and put us in a tiny jail with nothing to hide in. They dump all the perfect water out and take all the perfectly soft algae off everything, including my flower bed. Then they put new water in it which smells bad and feels weird. Then they dump us back in over a waterfall! I hate it. I wish they would come into the water so I could talk to them. It's impossible for me to understand them when they are in air. The one time that a young beast did speak to me underwater, though, all it did was yell, nothing was coherent. I guess I must give him credit for trying, at least.
Well the stomping by the beasts has stopped, so it's time for bed. I'm going to go curl up in my flower, which is the best place to hide and most comfortable spot, and sleep until the stomping wakes me again. Goodnight pretty Angelfish, goodnight stupid snails.