Action Fish in a Bowl

Action Fish swam back and forth, back and forth, in her tank
there was no current, the water was still and stagnant.
She craved the freedom of the oceans, the murky deep waters,
tangles of seaweed wrapping around her body as she swam.
The glass cell she found herself in was claustrophobic and she
felt listless. Her scaly skin lacked colour, her muscles, once
powerful grew slack. What was to become of her?
She waited, nothing of interest happened in this watery prison
cell, Action Fish watched the world beyond the glass walls that
held her captive. Distorted shapes passed by, occassionally an
eye would come close and stare back at her. More often than not
she was ignored. A small fish in a big world she grew frustrated
at it all, frustration turned to anger, anger turned to rage.
Action
Fish started to swim in circles, round and round, faster and
faster. The water began to spin with her, quicker now, Action
Fish stirred the water up till it became a whirlpool. The current
of
the water tried to push her down but she struggled up and up in
a spiralling journey towards the surface. She battled against
the
maelstrom finally breaking the surface of the water. Debris flew
past her, forgotten food, silt and her own faeces made the water
cloudy. She arched her back, one final push and...

Action Fish, being a fish, had a very short memory. She
wondered why she seemed to be travelling in circles, she
wondered why the water was so dirty. So she stopped and went
to pass some time swimming around her ceramic decorative
ship-wreck. Action Fish swam back and forth, back and forth. In
her tank there was no current, the waters were still and
stagnant. She craved the freedom of the oceans...