FICTION
Neglected Fish — A Short Story
Everyone needs love!
The fish owned, or better to say, cared for by Kevin were stationed in the corner of the living room. There were three of them, and they were pretty noisy if anyone paid them any attention. With their black-spotted red bodies, they cruised around the fish tank, which was half the size of a casket — sorry for the comparison. Most likely, they needed those angelic tails for their dance classes. Why they are called golden, I don’t know.
Kevin loved the fish as much as he loved his books, his cameras and the plants which filled every corner of the house. When he was asked the names of the fish, Kevin had his answer ready. ‘Fish! and Fish! and Fish!’
The fish didn’t mind not being personalised, as long as somebody fed them — anybody!
The fish were the happiest in the world when kids came to visit. Kevin would take the kids to the aquarium and ask them to feed the fish. Only when kids were around would the fish earn another course of food on the same day. So, their happiness was understandable.
One day, in his absence, Kevin’s three flatmates were talking about what attracted them to live in this house. One said, ‘When I first stepped into the house, I passed the corridor filled with books and thought, ‘Nice! Who is the…
