Sharks and Fish

FOWC with Fandango — Disruption

” This is our pond, our lake, our stream this body of water is belongs to us, ” said the fish who could swim around all day and not see another fish unless they wanted to- which they never did because in this little story the fish are only concerned with their own little body of water.

However, if they did swim into another fish it was super helpful to all concerned if you were swimming in the same direction.

Life was good when nobody made a ripple in the cool smooth universe where they lived.

“Chill” said the fish,” just chill the heck out. Read a book, sniff some flowers close your eyes and think of England. Do something but quit being so loud.” they told their disruptive neighbors- the whales and dolphins were the noisiest I’ve been told.

They always had something to complain about and they had been doing it almost forever, swore the fish. Seriously. How many times did they have to listen to them complain?

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“This might be your pond, your lake or even your ocean,” said the sharks but we don’t care about your feelings we could care less about what you think or want and if you swim anywhere near us we will eat you and your family and if we hear one peep out of you about why we are making ripples in your pond, we will spit you out and eat you again.”

The sharks had no patience for the fish who just wanted to get through the day without creating a ripple in their pond, their lake or their patch of ocean.

Some sharks die if they stop moving- and that is science. So sharks make lots of ripples and I’m sure that the ones who don’t die if they stop moving make ripples for the Hell of it because they’re sharks and it makes fish who don’t like random ripples mad.

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And above the fish, near the sharks and listening to the noise coming up from water was the sky.

It got tired of all the bickering and bloviating sharks and fish so

it stomped it’s foot, shook it’s fist and shocked them all.

By The Lily Pond

Light Motifs II Thursday Inspiration 49-SHARP

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The  two women in brightly colored hiking gear  were walking on a trail through a sunny park named after a Priest.

The Sun was shining in a cloudless sky and it was warm- warm enough for the two of them to break a little sweat but not so warm that they had to break out their water bottles.

They strolled by  a pond full of lily pads and frogs, further down the trail there was another pond where a family of ducks swam in leisurely circles and dog walkers passed by them and smiled wide beautiful smiles.

The dogs.

Not the people.

” I can show you were the monsters live ” she told her friend who’s name is Tabitha.

Tabitha stopped and decided to play along with her friend’s joke. ” No way. No way do monsters live here. It’s to- it just to beautiful for them.”

” Well. There is a lot of room for-” her voice trailed off and she put her hand to her throat.

Tabitha thought that the flush she saw raising up from her friend’s neck to her cheeks was from the heat. She supposed it had gotten to her a little. ” For what? ” she laughed.

Felicity’s face turned red and little beads of sweat popped out on her cheeks.

” Here. Have some water,  you look a little warm.”

Felicity shook her head. ” Oh no. It’s not that. I just feel a little foolish. What a thing for an adult to say. I’m so embarrassed.  I was just being-”

” Fanciful?” Tabitha offered as she started back up the trail.

Felicity let her friend walk a little ahead of her and when Tabitha was a few feet away, Felicity reached behind her back and pulled something off of her belt clip.

Tabitha heard a sharp metal click and guessed Felicity was going to have that drink of water after all.

” Monsters wouldn’t live here. Too many mosquitos and who needs the competition? Felicity asked. ” It is a nice little hike all the same. Like I said, there’s lots of room to pretty much do whatever you want. Anyway,  I could use a snack right now. Is that ok?”

Tabitha was going to answer, in fact she tried to-

but the cut that Felicity  made on the front of Tabitha’ neck from ear to ear after she snuck up behind her, bumping into Tabitha just a little bit as she grabbed the back of her head by her ponytail, made it impossible for her to say anything at all.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

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Mr Gale’s Funeral

Fandango’s Friday Flashback-Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember?

From my achieves- I actually wrote this in February of 2018 but didn’t post it until Halloween of 2018 I named one of the characters after my Aunt Irene. She would have approved.

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We met to plan the final details for Mr. Gale’s Funeral in a spot behind the Gale Family home where Mrs. Gale had planted an extensive and lovely garden.

It was the beginning of fall and the leaves had just started to drop from the trees.

” Just treat it like any other traditional  Funeral, ” his wife told me  as we strolled slowly along the garden path. ” Flowers, candles maybe someone can read poem and can you recommend a Minster? I suppose we need one of those.”

I assured her I could see to all of these details.

” I am so glad to hear that Irene, this is such a trying time you know.”

” I do and I’m very glad I could help.”

Mrs. Gale leaned over and whispered into my ear. ” I am curious dear, how it came that you decided to become-” she was at a loss for the word which is not unusual in times like this.

I patted her arm. ” It’s the family business.”

Mrs. Gale  smoothed her hair which had been tussled by the light breeze and then walked over to her husband’s casket and put her gloved hand on it, somewhat cautiously. ” Oh Dear, I almost forgot. Music. Can we have music-”

The thudding and screaming resumed from inside the sealed casket.

” In case he starts up with that again ” sighed the soon to be widow.