he belonged to a girl named Milan, living in San
Francisco who bought the fish at the request of her roommate. her sister
Paris, who wished his name had been Sergio or Barnaby, frequently came
over to Milan’s place where the three grew fond of each other,
soon the winter break was upon the college students, and Alex was
taken home, home being across the Bay Bridge. everyday he grew, bigger
and bigger, almost too big for his small fishbowl which Milan and Paris
disliked cleaning. and he got bigger and bigger, so his size demanded he
be placed in a huge tupperware where he could see all around him.
gradually this enclosure included colorful stones and a rock archway
from his old place.
then Paris took a leave of absence from school, and remained at home to tend to Alex while Milan returned to the City.
he grew bigger. Paris knew, Milan knew, and Alex knew. in his earlier
days he would constantly swim over and under, back and forth, through
the rock archway. he even slept in it most nights. one time he nearly
got stuck swimming through the tunnel. now he hardly goes near the
tunnel at all.