Worlds Apart
Once upon a time, a little black bird and a tiny rainbow-coloured fish fell in love. Neither of them knew it then, of course. The bird had been singing a pretty tune as it took deep breaths of the sky, and the fish had been busy drinking. It was a miracle they'd even met at all, and that miracle happened one very normal day.
It was just another day and there was no cosmic power at work, no strange probability-defying coincidence. It was just another One Day, and on that one particularly nondescript day, the bird happened to stop mid-song to take a sip from the same pond in which the fish resided, a pond of water so crystal clear that the colours danced off the fish's back into nearby ripples. That very ordinary day was marked by a sliver of colour and a half-tune and love.
They peered cautiously at each other, and then the two went their separate ways as they must, living on different sides of that one medium-defining line. But the bird seemed to become thirstier than usual and the fish, less fond of the safety of depth. One day, they met, each treading the line, and spoke in tales.
"Tell me what it is you see from those weeds deep below."
"Tell me what it is you see from on top of that tree."
"I see shimmering air bubbles quivering against the weeds, the most exquisitely water-carved rocks. Sometimes they skip along the bottom of the pond to a beat that can't be heard, riding the waters to wherever it may take them. That is a most peculiar dimension, the one you're in; it lies in strange angles."
"I see a red roof and a chimney, a farmer and his daughter riding a black horse, which is really a very dirty zebra. Miles and miles of gold each year and they pour something brown into the fields, something they call chocolate. The humans, they call this project the Co-co Krunch."
Day after day they told each other stories from their side of the line, and one day they tried to cross it. But neither could breathe on the wrong side of it, and the bird and the fish stared wistfully at each other from where they were, helpless and firmly planted in two different worlds.
The boy shook the dome impatiently, finally smiled as the line broke into a confetti of bubbles and glitter.
For that few moments, the fish and the bird were in the same world at last, and that little while lasted an eternity in their memories. And so they lived happily ever after.
The End.
-from raining-noodles.blogspot.com-
