I was of the age of nine.
I loved fish so much, I owned all the rods and the bait.
I prayed to the Gods of Water every night, thanking them for the life I have been given.
"Fish is love", I said. "Fish is life."
My father heard me and called me a queer.
He was jealous of my devotion to fish.
I called him an imbecile.
He slapped me and sent me to the dungeon.
I am crying now, my face hurts.
I sleep on the concrete. It is very cold.
I feel a warmth moving towards me.
I feel something touch me.
It's fish
I am so happy
It whispers into my ear, "This is my lake."
It grabs me with its powerful fins and puts me in a suggestive position.
I wake up.
It was all but a dream.
