Mr. Willets Loved Fish

“So you can deliver this morning then?…wonderful…and the colours haven’t run have they?…marvellous…and it’s how much you say?…oh, that’s fine…thankyou.”

Mrs Willets replaced the receiver, and removing a handkerchief from her pocket proceeded to wipe the sweat from her sticky palms. Her eye was drawn to a photograph on the dresser by the telephone. She stroked it gently, clutched it tightly to her bosom and whispered, dreamily,
“soon now Alfred, soon”.

She returned the photograph with care to its’ place amongst the myriad of ornaments and knick knacks collected over a lifetime with her husband, selected two favourites and took them upstairs to the bathroom. Seaweed murals; a mini statuette of Neptune with trident in hand; a huge fish tank, mounted along the entire length of one wall, filled with guppies, angelfish and other exotics, the whole room had an unusual under-the-sea quality about it. The window was covered over by a poster of an enormous whale tail smacking down with all its’ weight upon the quiet waves, hiding the outside, or the inside? A dim blue light bulb added to the surreal but eerily calming effect.

Mrs. Willets set down the two ornaments, both dolphins, on the side of the bath and turned the taps to fill it. Moving then to the bedroom, she took a pen and paper from a drawer in her bedside cabinet, and sat on the edge of the bed to write. A short note, but written with tender care and a loving precision. As she finished writing, the doorbell rang. “Thankyou, thankyou so much,” she murmured to the curious young delivery driver, and quickly closed the door. Taking some scissors from the kitchen, she cut the string that tied the parcel, and removed its contents. “Perfect”, she thought examining it carefully, and then took her new possession to the bedroom, where she undressed and slipped it on. A tight fit, but gleaming and smooth to the skin. Mrs. Willets stood and admired herself in the mirror, “Well Alfred, what do you think?”

Picking the note from her bed, before smoothing down the fabric one last time, she hopped clumsily to the bathroom. The bath now full, she turned off the water, and from a cabinet placed a small brown bottle between the taps, then the note behind it. Sitting on the side of the bath, she swung her legs up quickly together and slipped into the water. Then, taking the bottle, she poured its contents into her hand and quickly swallowed them down. The bottle empty, she replaced it carefully and lay back in the water, admiring the reflective quality of the light on the thousands of sequins that made up her Mermaid’s tail.

“I’m coming my love”.

The ink on the note was already starting to run from the water droplets splashed on it, but its’ few words were still clear …

“Mr. Willets loved fish”.

Mr. Willets Loved Fish


Morecambe, United Kingdom

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