Monday 19 April 2010

The land that time forgets (by Sue)

Molly loves her new home. The water and the plants taste salty and the view of endless water and rocky outcrops are perfect for many adventures. She is never bored.

And she had been so fed up in that fish tank. It was tiny, she had no friends, the water was often brackish and the food was just little specks of dried up plankton. Molly is a goldfish. She used to live at The Kitchen, No 5, Smith Avenue in Los Angeles. That is until the massive earthquake of 2022 had the whole coastline of North America fall into the sea. It had taken a few months to adjust to the sea, the salt and the space but she had made some amazing friends and had created a full and rewarding daily routine.

Her home amongst the tall green clumps of seaweed is a haven during the night. She nestles into the base of the plants and has made a comfy bed of weed and sand. She stays very quiet and no-one comes close. In the morning, her daily exercise regime is a lap around the bay. She dives out across the rocks, skims through the surf to the beach where she rests for a few minutes in the warm shallows. Then off again across the sand to the rocks on the other side. These are sheer and high and she swims parallel to the bottom of the sea, checking out the caves and tunnels. At 11 o’clock she meets up with her mates. 2 Angel fish and a couple of sardines and they take in turns to choose the venue. They chat and gossip, nibble on the seaweed bugs and plan the rest of the day. Today it’s swimming lessons.

Life becomes quite dull when all a fish can do is crawl so some time ago Molly had encouraged her friends to join a swimming class. This week it’s breaststroke. Molly calls out the strokes.

“OK girls. Push your fins out in front of you, making sure they are firm and pointing forwards. Now pull back to bring your fins back to the side of your body. Feel the power as you glide through the water. Now focus on your head. It makes a big difference to maintain your head in line with your body. Imagine a straight line, like an arrow.”

(unfinished)

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