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Cherish swam through the ocean sleepily, her eyelids bobbing over the dark orbs on either side of her narrow face. She exhaled bodily, her fins expanding and then slowly contracting in time with the water rushing in through the minute slashes that ran down her sides. Her fingernail sized heart trembled vivaciously, on the edge of a violent flurry as she skirted past a Dorado unnoticed. Her mind was elsewhere, circling, circling, like a Sprat in a see-through spherical piece of coral. She slipped down through the seams holding the ocean together, down to the ocean floor. Here, far from the noise of the surface dwellers, she could forget. She could get lost in the opiate beauty of the aquanine seascape. What Cherish needed now, more than anything, was to get lost-- a bite, a snare! A fragment of crystal caught her and slid its sharp brutality in a clean slice through her paper body. In less than one minuscule flutter of her already blue heart the water coloured red. In the last moment of her life, as she prepared to be devoured amid the glass littering the ocean floor, she idly thought - oh well, plenty more fish in the sea, and died.
I was thinking about how when people leave, and they say theres plenty more fish in the sea... and you might try to look and not even realise that all those people in the past have left minefields in your head, in your heart. Like glass littering the sea. Unseen, unexpected, fatal things that mean that just because they've left, doesn't mean you can move on.

Poor Cherish the fish.
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DanskiConti Featured By Owner May 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Ironically for that well known statement, there are fewer and fewer fishes in the sea.... :(
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Story-of-a-Mind Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Like Sea Salt this could also be read as a message to protect the environment, both, the natural environment and the social one. To make sure not to let any agressive messages lay around that someone might get hurt from.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2013
Nods, that was in my mind a little too, like as a kid I used to take pebbles from the beach but I always felt bad and shook them out of my pockets before I got into the car
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Story-of-a-Mind Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
We tended to bring home buckets full of collected seashells from beach holidays. But to be honest, I never regretted that. ;)
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Athazagoraphobias Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
The ending was quite unexpected!

A lovely picture of just how unhelpful that little phrase can be.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2013
:giggle: Thank you. I love to surprise people!
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Kazul9 Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013   Writer
Oh, wow, I can't say I expected that ending. Definitely hit me where it hurt -- in a brilliant writing sort of way. X'D
Still, it's a beautiful concept. I agree, poor Cherish the fish. v_v
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2013
Smiles, thank you! and I'm really glad you enjoyed it / kinda. :D
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Kazul9 Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2013   Writer
Oh, I definitely enjoyed it! :D I'm one of those odd types that really appreciate a goo tragedy; especially with great writing. :)
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2013
haha good :}
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