I’m worried that Sammy is getting fat, he’s been looking kinda plump about the guts. Maybe I’ve been feeding him too much. It makes me feel terrible but I can’t deny that squishy face, pucker-lipped and pouting, I just want to make him happy. It’s probably good that there aren’t any mirrors nearby, I wouldn’t want him seeing what my weakness is doing to him. I mean, I didn’t think fish even got fat, I figured they just metabolised it. Man, I hope he doesn’t have issues with his body, I’d feel less guilty if he just died.
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.