In Search of a Meaningful Moment
Two zebra-striped Angelfish bobbed upside-down on the water’s surface. Their exposed silver bellies reflected the light of the florescent white and blue bulbs that hung under the fish tank’s canopy. He walked over to the tank, pulled the lid open and sighed. There were no more fish.
Great, he thought to himself as he dipped the net into water, now I won’t be able to sleep tonight either.
Lately, he’d dreamt of silhouetted, humanoid figures that rode oil-spill-black horses and chased him endlessly through impossible labyrinths, until he awoke, gasping and covered in nightsweats, to an empty bed and silent cell phone. It had been forty years since he’d had nightmares as vivid as these.
They were, however, the very last thing he needed at the moment.