“Don’t they look happy?” Betty asked. “Swimming around in that huge aquarium, they’re fed and cared for, and haven’t a care in the world.”
Henry Limpet suspected that there had to be a catch. There’s always a catch. Like those stories that he spent so much time reading, there’s always a hook, always the unexpected surprise ending. He began looking suspiciously around the tank for the shark, the baited fishhook or the fishing net.
“Look at them out there. I’m telling you, they’ve got it made. They don’t have any worries or troubles at all. You’ll never see one of them madly swimming for their lives with some shark on their tail.”
“You’re right, Nemo. When’s the last time you saw one of them gasping for air, dying of the fin rot or floating belly-up?”
“Now boys, stop the lollygagging and hurry along,” said Mrs. Guppy. You know what they say: ‘The water’s always cleaner on the other side of the tank’.”
160 words. In response to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt: