Golden Days Are Coming To An End...
by kettles

The event of her death had me in tears. I was laughing so hard! I did not notice it was empty when I first returned home. It was only after I had finished up with my usual routine when I decided to check up on her that I found that the tank was empty. The lid was there, alright. So it was no predator's doing. Then where was she? I took this question to my mother and was rather surprised to find her with an amused smile in return. "What is it? Where is Golden?" I enquired, thoroughly confused by her smile. "Your brother" She replied shortly. "Burd? What did he do to her?" And in the whole time she told me the story, I couldn't for the life of me understand whether I was supposed to laugh or to cry. And in the whole time she told me the story, my brother managed to hide his skin somewhere I couldn't find him.

It had started on another one of those impulsive whims of my brother. On this fine Thursday morning, when he had decided to skip school, he had also decided on an adventure. Apparently my elder brother in all his 'one-year-older-than-you-maturity' had decided to take my fish for a bath.
My fish for a- what?
So he did. He took Golden for a bath and let her swim around in the rather largetub while he showered.

Suddenly Mama Bird was struck by an idea. Mama Bird decided that Baby Fish should learn to fly. So Mama Bird took Baby Fish up and tossed her in the air. Baby Fish did not flap her wings. Baby Fish splashed on the tiled floor. Mama fish was not pleased. Mama Bird again threw Baby Fish in the air. Apparently, Baby Fish turned out to have a rebel-teen-spirit. Baby Fish did not relent. After a few helpful shoves from Mama Bird, Baby Fish had had enough and splashed back on the floor- unmoving. Mama Bird gasped. She took up Baby Fish at once and kissed her fervently. And Baby Fish and Mama Bird lived happily together ever after.
Not.
Because Baby Fish was Golden, my Gold Fish- the recently deceased- May her soul rest in peace- and Mama Bird was Burd, my elder brother. Who had just CPR-ed my Golden. My Gold Fish.

My Brother's First kiss was my Fish.

Tears rolled down my eyes as I rolled on the floor clutching my stomach .

For the life of me I couldn't figure out whether I should laugh or cry.

For the sad truth was: Golden, my Gold Fish, May her miserable soul find peace; was dead.