The young man wrinkled his nose; disgusted with the foul smell Life kept dragging to his doorstep. One day, Life dragged in a huge, rotting fish to his door. He grabbed the fish with gloved hands and threw it into a neighbor’s trashcan. He washed his hands twenty times in the sink till the smell disappeared from his hands.
“Thank heavens Life did not drag that reeking fish into my beautiful home,” he mumbled to himself, smiling after a long day from work. The day at work had been a nightmare. His boss had been on his case for little things that did not make any difference and his co- workers were not helpful. He was very happy to be home, to rest his tired feet and catch up on his favorite TV show, “Lost”
For the young man, he loved the fact he could escape from reality and pretend he was one of the actors on “Lost”. He imagined he was swimming in the cool, clear oceanic waters. When he was finished swimming, he sat on the beach, and watched the majestic waters roll in like a dream. The sun was setting and everywhere he looked up in the sky, he could see where the sky had left its masterpiece painting behind. The sunset, splotched of bright reds and oranges, with a few golden colors of yellows, dotted the sky at a random and that seemed to have been the evening’s theme.
When he got tired of watching the waves from a distant, he walked into the water, and soaked his feet again as if they weren’t too wrinkled already. He quickly scanned his eyes to the horizon, and he saw no boats in the distant not that he really wanted one to come to his rescue. Unlike Jack and his “Lost” companions, he was delighted, completely happy with his new life, with his island.
The hills wrapped around him, not suffocating him, but more like a delicious blanket that kept him warm and safe from the chilly breeze at night. His little island was remarkable. He loved everything about it. He loved especially when he woke up each morning and saw an array of Rainbow fish dancing and jumping, as if wishing him a happy morning. His life went on like this for many years. He kept dumping his rotten fish on his neighbor’s trashcan who never figured out why it always reeked of dead fish in the first place.
Then one day, after many years of escaping rotting fish by his doorstep, he got home from work, there was another putrid fish waiting at his doorsteps. This time it was a bigger, blacker, rotten fish and it sat there by the stairs leading to his home, waiting on him, almost welcoming him home with all of its glorious, decaying flesh. There were black flies that swarmed around it. Thick, long worms crawled in and out of the fish’s mouth, enjoying the ill fragranced flesh.
“Oh come on, not again! I have been throwing you for the last five or so years of my life. I cannot keep doing this every night!” he shouted.
But there was no one to hear him so he dodged the fish and went inside his beautiful home. He had more than he could take. It did not matter to him as long as the smell did not enter his beautiful home.
As soon as he had opened the door, however, his cat, Rainbow managed to make a dash for the door. The cat pulled off a hug chunk of the decomposing fish and gobbled it as the young man scrambled to get him back inside. Unseen to him, the fragrance of the corrupted fish crawled inside his beautiful home, and sat there on his black leather couch, like uninvited guest, waiting and grinning its evil smile. Rainbow kept pulling a chunk of dead fish for many years and the smell kept finding its way into the house.
One day, the young man came home. He opened the door and Rainbow dashed out and performed his ritual of eating the fish. The young man, exhausted from the previous years of trying to get the cat inside, let him go this time. He even left the door open for Rainbow so she could come in whenever she was done eating.
The beautiful home kept crumbling on the inside and outside. One day it crashed with a loud bang, corrupted by the smell and ugliness of dead fish. That night, he fell asleep on his black leather couch, but the dreams that had one point been his escape from reality, to his beautiful island, became a demon that would not let him go. The sun scorched him, the peaceful islands tried to chock the life out of him, the waves that once danced for him, came after him tempting to drag him to the dead sea, where decomposing fish by the thousands sat waiting for him at the bottom of a rancid sea.