Alexandra's White Whale

Call me Alexandra*. For days I have hunted the mysterious goldfish and for days she has eluded me. She is a foe for the ages as she tempts me, quietly bobbing to and fro, to and fro. Her tail is the size of an infant’s mouth, her eyes as big as buttons, and her body tangerine in both color and stature. She smiles an unwavering smile which mocks me with every glance. My gums ache as a reminder of our last, fateful encounter and a lack of teeth is the bitter reminder I carry. Or maybe it’s the gum ointment mommy uses. Whichever! My days are living nightmares as each passes without the realization of my unattainable goal: to own and destroy the goldfish.

*My deepest, heartfelt apologies to Mr. H. Melville.  I took quite a few liberties with your iconic, American novel and I meant no harm.

I feel her presence.  She is close.

"... to the last I grapple with thee..."