Das Hier #12


"Just keep swimming" I sang to myself as I swam to the surface slowly, before I saw Spevv, the whiny little halfwit assistant to the principal, or mayor if you will.

 Yes, it's a fish joke. What, you didn't think that fish have a sense of humour? How full of yourselves to think such a thing?

 "Where are you going Fodi? You're a bottom dweller so what are you doing swimming this way?" He said, like he was the boss of me, which sounded childish to say, but was something that I thought about. I hated Spevv and the worst thing that had happened in my life was the day that he became a fish about town that the principal relied on. It was bad enough that he was small in spirit. but his voice was hard to bear when the words behind that voice were as annoying as his.

 "What's it to you Spevv? I'm a fish that's free to swim as I wish and there's nothing you can do to stop me." I said as I continued swimming as I was as I wasn't going to let him. And that should have been the end of it but not this day, as he had a mad on for me and was incensed that I wasn't listening to him.

 "Come back here Fodi! I am the assistant to the principal and you will listen to me when I am talking to you. And incensed as he was was, he actually charged after me and bumped me as hard as he could.

 Shaken and spun around...

 I made a face and swore under my breath. Yes, fish swear and I swore enough to make the water turn a different shade of blue.

 And then I went after that little s.o.b. Not that I know what that is, that was a thought that popped into my head, along with the anger that I had been nursing towards Spevv for years.

 He was finally going to get it, like he richly deserved to.

 "Futt you Spevv, that's the last time you're going to talk to me like that." I said then turned back towards him as he had floated off to the right, thinking that the matter was resolved and in his favour no less.

 But he was wrong and he was about to find out just how wrong he was.

 "Your forget your place Fodi. I am the assistant to the principal and that gives me nearly as great a voice as the principal herself. And you don't belong above your place, as a bottom dweller. I won't repeat myself, so go back where you belong and I'll do my best to forget this incident, though it might take some time. bewcause I've had it up to here with you and your attitude." He said, like I was the school loser.

 "You've had it up to here with me Spevv? Who do you think you are? I've had it up to here with you and that is a big reason why I'm leaving the pond behind to discover what lies beyond it. But before I go, I'm going to make sure you don't forget your place." I said, moments before I slammed into him, not just once, but twice, making good and sure that he felt me, which I couldn't be sure that he ever had before because I was a bottom dweller as he'd said. But that didn't mean that I couldn't be more than just a bottom dweller.

 He lay there, sinking slowly, stunned and clearly in pain as I was not only bigger than him, I was sure that I had hit him harder than he ever could have hit me. "You hit me Fodi! How could you actually do such a thing to me?"

 "How?" I screamed at him incredulously. "Because you deserved it you idiot. You've deserved it for years and I was too patient with you. And you deserved to know it too. Now futt off and remember that you have no more say on my life because not only am I going to swim to the surface, but I am going to leave the pond behind forever." I continued feeling good to get this weight off of my chest long past the time that I should have gotten it.

 And all the while I did that, he continued to sink, slowly, but I knew that all he had to do was suck it up and swim it off. I was done with him and all the other fish in this stupid little pond and had the surface to reach. Let him sink if he wanted to. I had a future to think about and that future began now.

 So I chuckled and turned my back on him and all the other fish that I wasn't going to miss.

 Not to sound like an ass, so full of myself I can see nothing else but the very little g genius of writer who's never had his moment in the sun, but that was some good writing that I did, even if it came light and late as I barely wrote in the 1st and barely more in the 2nd as I came to the end of the morning hours short of the aim of a very reasonable aim of 1400 words.

 In short, I didn't do my part, even though I had more time than I usually would. Owning the entirety of the day is not normal. One quarter is and I had two tooday and failed to live up to the promise that I felt earlier.

 And for that, dear readers, I am sorry. Though I'm hoppeful that I can do better tomorrow.

 Charles Petrie

Date
01-14-20

Time
1st Quarter And 2nd Quarter

Word Count
266+693=959

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