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Response to a writing prompt (for the first time in years.)
Isolation and Water
She sat, watching the fish patrol his aquarium - around the airstone, between the rocks, under the branches of the artifical tree-stump and back to the airstone; always the same route. After a few moments she dropped a small pinch of flake-food into the tank and watched as the fish fed greedily at the surface and then pecked at the algae on the glass before returning to his patrol.
It was a small aquarium with a carefully enriched environment, far better than a goldfish bowl - but then the beautiful red and black fish was supposed to be much more intelligent than a goldfish. Sometimes she wondered about that; her fish hadn't had sense enough to stop bullying his tankmates before his former owner gave him away to be kept alone, but she had seen an internet video of a goldfish driving a small aquarium on wheels!
Her imagination suddenly gave her a picture of a goldfish in a mobile tank following her wheelchair along the pavement like a dog following a walker, and she chuckled as she headed into the kitchen for another snack. Then she sighed; the Council would have to sort out the disabled access before she ever got out into the world again, and there had been so much local regeneration that she wasn't even sure what shops were left.
She looked at the latest "meal on wheel" with disgust before settling for a cheese sandwich again, then she checked the letterbox before returning to the TV.
As always, she tried to ignore the wheeltracks worn into the vynal floor - from the aquarium to the kitchen, then to the letter-box, then to the TV. The wheels had left deep indentations there.
The tracks were lighter where they led back to the aquarium with its endlessly patrolling fish
(footnote; driving goldfish https://www.youtube.com/watch? ) )v=UFrN64eLGC8
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Isolation and Water
She sat, watching the fish patrol his aquarium - around the airstone, between the rocks, under the branches of the artifical tree-stump and back to the airstone; always the same route. After a few moments she dropped a small pinch of flake-food into the tank and watched as the fish fed greedily at the surface and then pecked at the algae on the glass before returning to his patrol.
It was a small aquarium with a carefully enriched environment, far better than a goldfish bowl - but then the beautiful red and black fish was supposed to be much more intelligent than a goldfish. Sometimes she wondered about that; her fish hadn't had sense enough to stop bullying his tankmates before his former owner gave him away to be kept alone, but she had seen an internet video of a goldfish driving a small aquarium on wheels!
Her imagination suddenly gave her a picture of a goldfish in a mobile tank following her wheelchair along the pavement like a dog following a walker, and she chuckled as she headed into the kitchen for another snack. Then she sighed; the Council would have to sort out the disabled access before she ever got out into the world again, and there had been so much local regeneration that she wasn't even sure what shops were left.
She looked at the latest "meal on wheel" with disgust before settling for a cheese sandwich again, then she checked the letterbox before returning to the TV.
As always, she tried to ignore the wheeltracks worn into the vynal floor - from the aquarium to the kitchen, then to the letter-box, then to the TV. The wheels had left deep indentations there.
The tracks were lighter where they led back to the aquarium with its endlessly patrolling fish
(footnote; driving goldfish https://www.youtube.com/watch? ) )v=UFrN64eLGC8
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