FISH STORY
By shirreff
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The day was to die for. Perfect really. Sunshine, cool breeze. The leaves fully grown now – some muted, others bright green. Getting busy now on the path. People intent on getting their exercise run. Others out, enjoying the day, just like me. It amazes me always that we have such wonderful locations right in the core of downtown.
“What was that?” jumping slightly. A big splash in the canal. And another one! Boy – that is a big fish. Funny. Didn’t think that the water was clean enough to hold fish. I stop for a moment, staring at the concentric rings spreading out in the water. I can’t see anything moving. Strange… wonder what that was. Oh well, guess I better make my way back to the office. They might miss me… ha! Yeah right.
I try to fit in but I have very little to do. They humour me, inviting me to meetings but not really listening to anything I have to say. I push paper (or is it pushing keys now that everything is digital?). Well I shouldn’t complain, I know. I still get paid! But it’s hard staring at a blank screen all day. Some people jump from the frying pan into the fire – I went from the fire to the lake. Drowning here!
Maybe I would be better off with that fish. At least it has a purpose.
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I recognise that drowning
I recognise that drowning feeling! Horrible to feel trapped doing something that seems meaningless. I hope your narrator finds a more interesting stretch of water soon.
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