Here is a story for you as I am writing!
I am in a cup. I am a betta, if no one remembers it. A fish…. people are just mean. They call me a fish or the fish. I have no name. So you don’t know me? I am on that shelve in the pet store with those colorful fish. They are bettas. I am. I was fed old gold fish flakes and kept in a tiny cup filled with dirty water. No one cares about me. The big monsters stare and say I was pretty so I show off. But… the water.. it burns my fins. It is just pain… No one understands. I flare but I am afraid I am too weak to do it for a while. I am dieing… My eyes… everything is blurry. I can’t tell female from male, angel fish from bettas. Everything, looks the same. My stomach hurts. They feed me 3 times a week. I am feeling weird. A pet store worker put me on the back row… I will die anytime today. They don’t want the costumers look at a dead fish. My fins are burning and I can’t feel my gills. I can’t see… I see a monster… He picked me up. He said “let go fishy… You can’t hold on forever. You will become a soul, fly to Thailand where betta heaven is swim in heaven forever, now go…” I stopped moving. I let my soul fly out. I saw the door. Freedom. I flew far far away, to Thailand. I saw the river. Filled with ladies. I jumped in. I was in my dream land. I detached from my body and swam free. Free. The word I always wanted to say. Free….
- the fish
I will write more... thinking.