An Imaginary Conversation
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I was alone in our house and I was scared. Mommy and Daddy were not home just yet. Mommy told me to be brave. Daddy assured me they won’t be long. The electricity went out and I had only a lamp to keep me company… Until I saw my pet fish, looking at me.
He was swimming around his little bowl of water. Somewhat agitated just like me. His little fins caught my attention as they reflected the light from my lamp.
“Ms. Jane, Ms. Jane,” he said, “Why are you afraid?”
“The night is cold and I am alone,” I said. “I want to be hugged. How were you able to speak? You are just my fish!”
“I am a fish alright, but only to reason’s eyes. But you are young and afraid, that even the dark night takes the most of you. I will keep you company,” he said. “But you have to give me a name, or else my voice will disappear.”
“A name? You want a name? That’s rather odd for a little fish. Do you not want food instead?” I said. “But since you asked for a name, I will try to give you one. Um… Mr. Fins? Mr. Gills? I’m sorry. Although, your scales are interestingly gold and glimmering against the rays of light from my lamp. Would Mr. Gold do?”
“Mr. Gold… Mr. Gold…” he said. “That’s not too bad for a little pet fish like myself. You have nothing to be afraid of. Least of all the darkness. There is much darkness in this world that only your mind creates. And it is only in your mind that you could create the light.”
“I do not understand, Mr. Gold,” I said. “Would the lamp help to create the light in my mind?”
“The lamp is fueled and soon it will burn out,” he said. “What will happen next?”
“It’s going to be completely dark, and I would be more afraid,” I said. “I won’t even be able to see you Mr. Gold – none of your glimmering scales and little fins.”
The electricity flickered. I had hoped the lights would turn up, but to no hope. I still just had me, my pet fish, and my lamp. And the darkness. Do not forget about the darkness.
“But would you think of me?” he asked.
“Yes, most definitely,” I said.
“Then it is not darkness for me, because I will continue to exist in your mind,” he said. “Your thoughts are the light for my darkness, and my memory will light up the darkness of your mind.”
“It sounds wonderful,” I said. “Then I will always think of you.”
“I would love that,” he said. “We shall always light up.”
The electricity flickered. The lights have finally turned up. In a matter of seconds, there was hope. But at that moment, I had me, only me, and my lamp. Mr. Gold was gone.
But there was no darkness for me and my pet fish. There was only light in my mind.
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 04 September 2008 )
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