The Almost Fish

The almost fish wasn't quite a fish. Over the years he had long discovered he wasn't quite anything in particular. It was a most frustrating thing to always be almost, never achieving what he set out to, but making a decent effort nonetheless. Some stood by and whispered that the almost fish must be a lie,

'If he is an almost fish, why wasn't he almost born?'

Yet he lives amongst the world... almost. Where his time is spent is a mystery, the life of one who studies the almost fish is often incomplete. His research never complete, the mystery of the almost fish becomes inherant in those in its presence, and yet they are fascinating creatures, almost - in fact - the most fascinating of all creature.

His diet is varied, but never fully satisfying, his social life existent but with a touch of longing. In time the almost fish learns a trick of two, he aims higher than he needs to and finds his goals in life completed. Logic, as it has, is always game for semantics.

In years to come he will be found hanging between lifetimes and despite the sadness in his eyes of the endless wait that he faces, the tales he tells of his adventures are enough to make you feel, if only for a split second, a pang of jealously.

Almost.