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The Catch

October 17, 2015

 

A boy sat on the cliffs with waves of sea water crashing onto the cliffs and spraying the smell of fresh salt mixing with cool breezes. The sun was slowly setting in the water, spreading its golden red rays everywhere. The sky seems to be lit by a red fire with clouds resembling flames. The birds far in the horizon were travelling somewhere. 
The fishes will be spared for tonight, thought the boy. But not tomorrow, I will surely catch them. 
A sea gull came near him, and he looked at its white feathers and peculiar beak. And it spoke. "There between the cliffs is a pond of water with loads of fishes."
"Are you sure?" Asked the boy.
"Look for yourself."
So he got up and climbed the steep cliffs to the pond of water. And to his surprise, he saw loads of fishes. 
"Now that I have shown you this place, I want you to share whatever you get in this pond." The sea gull said flapping its wings. The boy and nodded and jumped into a dive into the pool. 
As he opened his eyes, the fishes surrounded him, encircling him, teasing him with their silver mirror-like scales. In his blurred vision, he tried grabbing. And for long he tried to catch any fish but in vain. He was suffocating now, drowning. And in the darkness of the water, a voice came. "Finish what you started." Then he knew. He went to the surface and broke out of the water, gasping for breath.
"What happened? You haven't any fishes with you!" The sea gull exclaimed.
The boy looked at sea gull and said: "Come tomorrow. And you shall have a plenty!". With that, he went into the darkness towards his home. 
The sea was his catch, not the pond. At least, not just yet.

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