Journal Journal: A Work of Fiction
Temptation.
The fish was large. Obscenely large, and round as a basketball. It swam forward five meters, and then stopped, lazily observing its surroundings before quickly turning around and swimming back five meters. Again, it stopped and began the process anew. The fish was hungry, but that was all the fish knew. The fish was not aware that it was near death, nor would it ever be aware. All that it was concerned with was its hunger, and swimming.