Brian hovered near the surface of his bowl, watching the world above the water ripple with distorted shapes and colours. For weeks, he had been still — too still — drifting listlessly as a faint pink tinge coloured his watery world. The medicine had done its work. The sores that once marred his golden scales had...

Brian flicked his tail against the cool glass of his aquarium, watching the same plastic castle and rubber plants bob in the current he created. For two weeks, the world beyond his tank had been silent—no Mark, no cheerful "Good morning, Brian!" as his owner tapped the glass with a flake of food. Just the hum of the...

Today was Tank Cleaning Day, which, in human terms, is roughly equivalent to winning the spa lottery while also getting a home renovation. Most fish would panic. Brian? He did three victory laps around his castle and practiced his ‘I’m so innocent, I would never spit out my food at the glass’ face. The transfer to...

Brian had an unexpected adventure today when Mark decided to take him out in his travel bowl. The small orange traveller was carefully secured in his portable aquatic home as Mark carried him to the car. They embarked on a short drive down to the village square, the sunlight erupting all around them, as Brian took...

Brian drifted in slow circles, his gold scales catching the morning light that filtered through the living-room blinds. Outside, commuters hurried past the window. Inside, the house felt hollow; its usual bustle had been replaced by the rasp of a lingering cough. Mark, pale and hoarse, shuffled to the aquarium with...

Brian lapped around his tank, tail flicking like a metronome. All week he’d watched Mark hunch over a small tv-like-thing with a keyboard, fingers drumming, rain clawing the window. This weekend, Brian had decided. This weekend we will go somewhere; anywhere. He’d rehearsed: leap into the travel jar, sit regal while...

Today was one of those delightfully ordinary days that somehow feels dramatic when observed from behind watery-glass. Brian, goldfish extraordinaire, amateur philosopher, and professional bubble-spewer, remained at home while his human, Mark, performed his regular rituals of domestic heroism. The morning began with...

Brian’s bowl rocked gently as Mark carried him along the gravel path, the morning sun painting ripples of light across his orange scales. He pressed against the glass, gills fluttering with excitement; he had never smelled damp grass or heard such loud birdsong. Ahead, the pond glinted like an enormous bowl of its...

As we entered a new year, Brian's wish was to see more of the outside world. He can see the garden, but knows there is more. After chatting with Mark, it was agreed that a portable fish bowl should be purchased. This would be the safest way for Brian to experience a wider world. And so the journey begins. Brian and...