(Photo copyright Doug McIlroy)
I stare at the multicolored koi. They band together as they circle the fountain in the middle of the pool. They remind me of my high school friends. We see each other every day in class, play the same sports, call one another each evening. Our friendship is the lifeblood of our daily existence.
Except that today I violated our oath of silence. I told my mother about the new rule of acceptance because I’m only fourteen years old and I don’t want to make it with Tony Abruzzi.
Now, like the little fish in the corner, I’ll circle alone.
(Written for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. November 1, 2013.)