Writing exercise – yesterday I killed a goldfish…by Adele symonds

Here is the next installment on my Yesterday series.

 

Fiction

Yesterday I killed a goldfish, not just any old goldfish, Gordon the Goldfish, the class pet.  My turn had finally come round to take Gordon home for the weekend and I was adamant that I was going to look after him better than anyone else ever had.

I took him straight home and got him all set up on my bedside cabinet, I fed him a pinch of fish food then set off for the pet shop.

I looked around and chose a castle decoration for his tank and some new mult-coloured gravel.  I was so pleased with myself, Gordon was going to return to school all spruced up and well-fed.  When I got home I set to work.

I filled the bathroom sink with warm water and put Gordon in to have a swim while I changed the water and the gravel, cleaned the tank and installed his castle.  I went to retrieve Gordon from the bathroom sink and introduce him to his new home.

“oh! no.  What have I done?” I exclaimed as I looked into the sink, the plug wasn’t in properly and all the water had drained away.  Gordon was floundering in the bottom of the sink his little mouth opening and closing repeatedly.  I quickly scooped him up and put him back in his tank hoping that he would revive, but to my dismay after a few moments his mouth stopped moving and he floated on the top of the water, lifeless.

As panic set in I tried to think of a way out of this dreadful situation, a switcheroo wouldn’t work as somebody was bound to be able to tell the difference and I couldn’t think of an alternative solution.  There was only one thing I could do, I was going to have to tell the truth and face up to my classmates disappointment and grief.  They will probably all hate me now for killing Gordon.

I will never have a pet of my own, I just can’t be trusted.

~ by adelesymonds on June 4, 2012.