{"id":61,"date":"2015-02-14T09:35:08","date_gmt":"2015-02-14T17:35:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/organizingchaos\/?p=61"},"modified":"2015-08-27T14:12:04","modified_gmt":"2015-08-27T21:12:04","slug":"the-death-of-a-fish","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/organizingchaos\/2015\/02\/14\/the-death-of-a-fish\/","title":{"rendered":"Short Story: The Death of a Fish"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-178 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/organizingchaos\/files\/2015\/02\/200378387-001-230x300.jpg\" alt=\"Fantail goldfish (Carassius auratus) in tipsy fishbowl\" width=\"230\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/organizingchaos\/files\/2015\/02\/200378387-001-230x300.jpg 230w, https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/organizingchaos\/files\/2015\/02\/200378387-001.jpg 363w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 230px) 100vw, 230px\" \/>Terry gazed into the fish\u2019s eyes. Bubbles stared back at Terry. The dull penetration of those eyes was so reminiscent of his uncle, Mr Felinus that Terry had to look away\u2026.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOoooh&#8230;\u201d wailed the fishbowl as it involuntarily embraced the tiled, kitchen floor.<br \/>\nWith only a moment\u2019s hesitation, Terry began shuffling the debris into the nearby trash can. However, a familiar, gnarled hand clamped on his shoulder soon inhibited him from making much progress.<br \/>\n\u201cStop, you blithering idiot! Stop at once!\u201d cried Mrs Felinus \u201cDon\u2019t mix the glass with the garbage. It needs to be recycled.\u201d<br \/>\nTerry immediately changed his course of action. He jerkily dropped the remaining fragments into his pockets at such a rate that his pocked bounced against his leg as if it had a life of its own.<br \/>\nMr Felinus clambered down the stairs at a rate akin to his droning voice. \u201cGoodness me, was that the fishbowl that fell?\u201d He spluttered pompously.<br \/>\n\u201cNot fell, dropped! By this mongoose of a boy!\u201d Mrs Felinus responded viciously. She was sprawled across the floor, in a manner that would have disgusted a sloth. \u201cAnd now where could our Bubbles have gone to?\u201d She whispered with an entirely different tone in her voice.<br \/>\n\u201cIt\u2019s no good my dear, even if we did find him now, the fish would be dead,\u201d Mr Felinus said grimly before he dropped his unwilling frame to the ground beside his wife.<br \/>\nHe then turned savagely to his nephew \u201cBoy, we heard you were an animal-lover. What do you have to say for yourself?\u201d Terry remained silent as he fished out the last grains of glass from the newly formed water feature. Mr Felinus continued with venom \u201cWe thought it was the stray cat that we had to worry about, little did we know, that when your mother requested you stay with us, we were to host a murdering menace in our house.\u201d<br \/>\nTerry left the room and scampered towards the main door. He slid into the doorway and waited, perfectly still. He thought he could hear the familiar meowing sound. Sure enough, a stringy cat emerged and pawed his way nervously towards him. He took something from his pocket, brushed of the shards of glass and laid it in front of the cat. \u201cThis came from our emergency supplies, you know,\u201d said the boy as he stared into the cat\u2019s hollow eyes. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, I\u2019ll make a plan for tomorrow,\u201d he continued with a bitter smile. He patted the cat and then skipped towards the recycle bin. The cat purred happily and then started eagerly into the fish.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Terry gazed into the fish\u2019s eyes. Bubbles stared back at Terry. The dull penetration of those eyes was so reminiscent of his uncle, Mr Felinus that Terry had to look away\u2026. \u201cOoooh&#8230;\u201d wailed the fishbowl as it involuntarily embraced the tiled, kitchen floor. 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