A Fish Tale

Published: Wednesday, 20 May 2009 Written by Amala L.J. Sorhaindo 4D

I've always wondered what it like to be human. I've always watched them from under the shimmery surface of the river, my home, as they go around on two legs instead of a tail and how they tower over the river itself. It must be fascinating. It has to be, to be able to cross the river without strain against the current or even to survive outside of the water.

Fish Tale

 

I've always wondered what it like to be human. I've always watched them from under the shimmery surface of the river, my home, as they go around on two legs instead of a tail and how they tower over the river itself. It must be fascinating. It has to be, to be able to cross the river without strain against the current or even to survive outside of the water.

As I said I've always wanted to be human. But right now I'm stuck as being a fish with silver scales instead of skin, a tail instead of legs and not being able to live above water or escape the confinement of this ever-rushing river. But one day I'll leave this world of green water and rocks and live in a world full of colour and... Other stuff.

I fee vibrations, a disturbance in the current and heavy splashes as a pair of feet come crashing down. I swim away to safety but not too far away, I still want to see them. A white cloth is then thrust below the surface. The way it moves is hypnotizing as the water bumps into it knocking it in almost every direction and a steady, stream of bubbles is released from the folds.

I wish I could do that too. I wish I could be human. The heavy foot -falls come again this time much closer, I can actually see the brown limbs crash through the surface. I dodge them. I wander what it is like to hunt and not be hunted. I heard the crashing again and a toe actually grazed my fin. Little whirlpools formed spinning me in several different directions then suddenly they stop. I realize that now I am at the edge of the river, the water is much shallower here. Maybe I can be human after all.

I launch myself out of the water, as far as I can go. I never knew that air could be so... So unlike water. My scales feel like they are being ripped, ripped off one by one. I can't breathe. Then splash, I'm back in the water, it soothes my aching body. On second thought, I don't want to live above the water. I'd much rather be a human who lives under water instead.

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