Short Stories!

Memory Of A Goldfish

I wake up on a beach. The cold water nipping at my toes. I turn around to see a few trees  and some rocks. The trees sit on top of a hill, so I decided to climb it to see if anyone else is around here. Then I feel something small hug me from behind.  I intensely throw whatever it is off of me. I here and groan and turn around. That thing that was on me was a little girl. She looked tired for a little girl. She wore a blue dress that faintly looked like the color of the waves and her long blonde hair cascaded down her body. She smiles at me and giggles. 

"Sorry I scared you mother! I just wanted to give you a hug because I haven't seen you since you went to the mainland"  she says.

 Then all my memories here come flooding back. We live on this island, me, my husband, and two kids. We lived underground in a cave which we turned into a house. I went on a trip to the mainland for supplies. My boat must of crashed ashore! I look around, and see my crashed boat. I run over to it, hopping the contents of the boat was okay.  I climb the hull of the ship then I grabbed the crates out of it and threw them ashore. My head was still foggy and I couldn't remember much of what happened on the mainland but I knew I lived here with my family. The little girl runs into  the cave shouting Mother's Home, at the top of her lungs. As I throw the last crate off the damaged ship I see a man and the little girl running up to me followed by a boy. This boy had brown hair like mine and seemed eager to see me. Oh yeah, he was my first born child! I jump off of the ship and land in the sand. All of them come over and hug me. 

"Lilla my dear, what happened to the ship? Did you get caught in a storm?" My husband asks me. I do remember being on the ship when a storm came so I nod my head yes. He hugs me all the harder. Then I remember the gifts I brang for the children.

"Who wants presents?" I say and walk over to a crate with a bow on it. I walk over to it. How do I get these things open? I tug at it a little bit, trying to find a hole. My family laugh. Then I remember something. I have a power to break things with one touch if put all my weight into it!  So I touch the crate with my finger  and lean on it with all my might. The crate shadders before me. I laugh as my children pick up two things. Ones a necklace with a diamond and ones a bracelet with a pearl. Then my mind goes foggy again. Wait! I was remembering another life in the city with another family. This is making no sense! My husband wraps his arms around me and smiles. 

"I am so glad your home Tris" he says and kisses me on the cheek.