Wish upon a Silver Fish

For our english homework we have to write a short story about one of the poems we have studied in class. I based my story on the poem 'Looking Glass River' by Robert Louis Stevenson ~

Wish upon a Silver Fish

It was the perfect moment, perfect place, perfect timing. My heart was pacing so fast I felt as if it would pop out of my chest any second. The butterflies in my stomach were desperately flapping for air, and I flet a sensational, warm shiver up my spine. His lips pressed against my cheek, so soft and sweet.





"Mel, that was the best kiss ever", he smiled.





His name was Jase and he was the most interesting person I had ever met. He was a year older than me, 17. His eyes were a beautiful opal colour with skeckled blues, aquas and greens. Will's hair was dark, and fell in tiny ringlets under his ears. But it was personality I had fallen in love with, he was a gentlemen, kind and caring, funny and patient.



Will and I had known eachother since we could walk, and we'd both been raised in the remote mountain village, Honeybee Valley, named after it's wide abundance of honey bees.



He took hold of my hand and smiled, "There's something I want to show you"



Will's muscular arms lifted me from the ground with complete ease. I had know idea where he was going to lead me, but I trusted him. We were in the rainforest for a picnic that day, and the only sounds that could be heard was the gentle coo of a King Parrot and the cracking of sticks and twigs from the bony feet of a scrub turkey.



As he lead me deeper in into the brush, past the irish green ferns and moss-covered stones, I could just make out the sound of a stream gliding over clean gravel and in between the water reeds.



We arrived in a paradise of sailing blossoms, gleaming water and sleek little martens that dipped their heads in the water in serach of fish.



"Oh Will! This is beautiful!"



"I knew you'd like it", he grinned.



I explored for some time, following my coloured face in the reflection of the water. It was then however, that the silver sparkle of what seemed to be a fish drew me so close to the water that I slipped and fell headfirst into the pool of glass. My fall had caused the water to ripple on the surface and I could see the blurred shadow of Will, racing over to pull me from the glassy bottom of the stream.



I tried desperately to pull myself to the surface but something was dragging me down, the water was much deeper than what I had thought it would be.



For several minutes my mind was blank and I floated helplessly down to the never-ending bottom of the stream to where I could, once again, see that shining silver fish. It's head was narrow and delicately curved, it's scales were twinkling with silver and its tail was so very long that it stretched for almost a metre, curling elegantly at the end.

The fish was only a few feet from me now, floating there as still as a statue. And then that's when I heard it, the soft whipers, not from the fish but from everything in the water - the rocks, the reeds, the guppies.

"This place is a secret place... secrect from humans... it is our home.... our haven... we cannot loose it to humans again... it is the only safe place for us"

I floated in the water, unaware I hadn't taken a breath for 10 minutes. My skin was pale, paler than it usually was let's just say, and I couldn't feel anything, not a single emotion, not shock, astoundment or amazement, nothing.

Still to be continued....