~*~A Fish Named Henry~*~

I won a goldfish at the county fair.  

Poor goldfish — seeing that ping-pong 

ball looming toward his home like Apophis.  

His golden body glistened in the sunlight 

as he swam in a bowl won from the dime pitch.  

With the pride and confidence of any fish parent, 

I changed his water at the sink — and watched 

in horror as his slick orange body 

slid from the bowl and down the drain.  

The horror!  The absolute tragedy!  

Propelled by child’s logic, I fled 

the house and ran down to the creek bank 

to tell my brother and neighbor what happened 

and asked if they saw Henry swim out of the pipe.  

My brother deciphered my mucoid blubbering, 

then promptly laughed at me.  

Weeks later, our neighbor told me, 

whilst fishing, he saw a big goldfish 

swimming around and looking happy.  

It took me a few years to realize 

the truth, but when I did, I didn’t 

appreciate it any less.  

Author: Cari R Esta

Hmm. What can I tell you about me? Rather, what do I think you should see? My eyes are green, my skin is fair. I have an abundance of auburn hair. I like to write and I love to think. I adore all animals and the color pink. I have six pets and a husband, too. I'm earning my BA in English at SNHU. I write about whatever comes to mind. And I'll read any book that I can find. I shared quite a bit, but what can I say? Thank you for reading, and have a great day! View all posts by Cari R Esta