It was a sad, meager existence. One that depended on the grace and supportiveness of others. She was kept alive, but just barely. A cage. That’s what she was trapped in. This life filled with the pathetic sounds of despair. A pathetic swim upstream at most.
Battling starvation.
Death.
A life of anger.
A murky existence.
Her only source of water was disgusting. The dead were not fit for it.
Where would her next meal come from? Or would there be a next meal? Would these be her last starving days? Full of hopelessness? Sorrow? Grief? Pain? Were the others around her feeling this way? They moved about their day solemnly. Silently. Strife-filled.
And then there were her…her masters .
Evil. Pure evil. There were no other words for it.
Going about their days.
Watching them suffer from afar.
Laughing at them…talking about them…pointing at them…
Every single one of them. Except one, perhaps. He…he cared. As much as a master can care. As much as he is allowed to care. As much as she would let him care.
Watching them from afar.
Studying.
Filled with suspicious behavior.
He bent down towards her. “For God’s sakes, Lois, when was the last time you fed your fish?”
The End. :p
*insert bushel of tomatoes*
My roommate always nags me because I forget to feed my fish...a lot. And when I finally remembered today, I was inspired to type this out before I walk out the door to get some dinner.
Peace out, thanks for reading as always.
JD
