text: There is a fish in my sink. I don’t think he wants to be there. I want to believe I saved him. It was quite a heroic act. &#x200B; He swam in a drowned pothole. When I saw him, I immediately knew that I had to act fast. Fish don’t last very long in different water. &#x200B; Still, I waited and admired this magnificently colored animal. Twenty minutes had already passed, before I grabbed a cup. I scooped the fish out of the hole, stuffed the drain and threw the fish in the sink. It’s not the best home for a fish, But I had to improvise. &#x200B; There is a fish in my hand. He didn’t survive. I have no idea how long ago it happened. Even though this should be sad, I can’t ignore the beauty of the moment. &#x200B; The fish’s yellow-orange-gold skin reflected magnificent in the divided light of the sun that came through my window, While I took him out of the sink. My whole hand was drenched. &#x200B; This was the second time that this fish gave me this kind of inside. It’s impressive how much impact a recently bought object can have, In just a day. &#x200B; A little girl walked across the street, Parents followed her. Suddenly it started to rain, and the walk turned into a jogging session. The little plastic bag in her hand started to shake. &#x200B; It all happened so fast. Somehow, I ended up following the suddenly dropped bag with my eyes. The weird thing is this bag seemed to drop in slow motion compared to the rest of the situation. &#x200B; By the way that the bag started to form waves, I was safe to assume there was some kind of liquid in it. I was proofed to be right when the bag hit the pavement, made a small jump and splattered open. The water wasn’t really noticeable in the pouring rain, but it did shed a light on a new object that my vision had ignored until now. &#x200B; It was a gorgeous view. The small object flew out of the exploding bag by its shockwave. Midair I recognized the object to be a 4 cm long goldfish. While this was beautiful to see, I couldn’t help myself to worry about the inevitable drop. It wouldn’t survive the cold hard stones of the road. I was so relieved to hear the splash, that confirmed he landed in water. &#x200B; There is a fish in my toilet. A creature that gave me this much enjoyment, deserves more, I think. But I simply can’t give him more of a burial than this, since I don’t own a garden. &#x200B; This must be done. &#x200B; When I flush, I can see the fish for the last time. This rotating little yellow-orange-gold skinned thing had made my day and live a little better. While the last glimpse of the fish drowned in the drain, I think to myself that now truly no one will have a clear memory of its owners.