The Horwich Carnival may soon be upon us and this short 50 word tale came to me in tribute to all those poor goldfish trapped in bowls, yearning for something better: some other richer life?
It was the teeth that worried her. The long eyelashes too.
”But he’ll only grow as big as his bowl,” promised Tim.
Hoping for the best, we named him Gabriel.
He grew at night and lacked discretion.
‘I’ve outgrown water, ‘ he said and left in my car.
Pathos lurking about the edges?
Thought this was funny and Gabriel dare I say – inspiring! Made me think of Queen’s ‘I want to break free’!
‘He grew at night and lacked discretion’ – exquisite line!