Touch Of Death
Shelly is dead. Or rather killed. It is a case of cannibalism. Folly must have gorged Shelly’s eyes. I don’t know what made it do that. It’s not the attacking variety. Shelly was seen slowly succumbing to the pain in the blemish where there should have been an eye.
They seemed settling down after the initial fights. Getting on well.
Death could mean solace. Death could mean freedom. Death could mean loneliness. Death could mean fear. Death could mean pain and freedom from pain.
Death of Shelly could be any of the above to the two fish. But to me it’s something more that I am trying to understand. Death is final. It’s the end of an action. All inputs and energy that could have gone into it is stunted. My contributions toward it will no more be needed. I have been a bystander not acting and thus letting things happen.
I have learnt again to react, act and enact. Though there are always openings, every opportunity is a way I’ll pass through just once.
2 comments:
A powerful piece of writing indeed. What do you mean when you say " my contribution towards it will no more be needed." What does "it" refer to? Shelly's death or its survival?
That particular sentence means whatever little task that i could have done or still want to do in favor is not needed anymore.
'It' refers to anybody, anything or any work. Not specifically to Shelly's survival. Though Shelly died because of my inaction i can't take pride considering it a contribution.
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