Once upon a time there was an orange fish that was walking around, minding it’s own business, as it would, as there was nothing else to do. It wanted to be left alone for a little while, bot due to its lack of love of the company of the other creatures, but due to it just wanting to be left alone.

Suddenly, whilst it was minding its own business on that particular day, a large rift in the fabric of time and space opened up in front of the fish, leading to something that was as unknown as it was unknowable.

Luckily enough, the fish was an expert sewer of fabrics, and knew exactly what to do when it came to this situation.

It casually sauntered on home and got its kit and then went back to the hole and got back to work.

The work was long and arduous, but stitch by stitch the fish sewed up the hole and then the fabric was once again, whole.

This was not too difficult, for the fish had long and extensive experience when it came to patching holes to make things whole once more. This was really just something that was routine in its life.

A few days passed, then a few weeks. Nothing was changed and the world was at peace. The fish was wandering about, away from people once more. It had thought about the hole and what was beyond the impenetrable unknowing that it presented.

As the time passed, so did the desire of the fish.

It knew where the hole once was and it knew how to get it open once more, but it was not sure if it should give in to its curiosity.

And yet, the curiosity would only increase. It would not abate and despite the desires of the fish, it knew that perhaps one day its mind would be made and its mind would tell it to open the hole and go through.

There was an inherent risk of not knowing as to what could happen, as that was indeed the very risk.

Would the hole increase in size? Would the fish make it out alive?

Despite the risk and the danger, the fish grew ever closer to a decision that it would make.

One day, whilst minding its own business, the fish set out for where the hole was once located.

With its sewing kit, it carefully opened the stitching that it applied and opened the hole by only a slight amount.

There didn’t seem to be much that could be discerned, so the fish opened it by only a slight bit more.

It was just enough for the fish to get through.

It looked around and considered its options at this point. However, the decision was as inevitable as the desire to see something unknowable.

Carrying its sewing kit, the fish made the last decision that it could make to resolve this situation.

Through the hole it went, into the unknowable.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:12:93

Not sure about the quality, but at least this one is a bit more consistent.

Still an improvement.

Written at work.