Fish Storm

It was a windy morning at the bus station. I was standing in a puddle when it started raining fish. I know it's crazy, but it's true. I was curious, so I went to the wisest guy in town. Crucifixion. He said that the phenomenon is known as a 'Fish Storm', and it occurs every 30 years. But something about this year was different from the 'Fish Storm' 30 years ago.

These fish are alive and well. Their legs popped as they pursued me. Now I'm a duck in the woods. The fish are also smarter than typical fish. They have razor-sharp fangs that slice into the bush.

I scream and flee.

But the fish are quite swift. Someone had my leg in their grip. When did they get their hands on this weapon? Someone has my arm in their hands. The fish suddenly extends its mouth wide and swallows me whole.

"Fatima? Fatima? Are you all right?" My mother wonders aloud. I take a look at my watch. 6:25. It had all been a dream. It was all a dream. I take a glance out my window. Nothing. Yes, it was a dream. A very bizarre and strange dream. My window suddenly shattered, and a fish leaped out. It ate me with its legs and wings.

Suddenly, I glimpse a brightness and hear "knock, knock." Another dream, then... Wait a minute, that was all a dream?