The goldfish bowl teetered on the edge of the table, lost its battle with gravity.
I bolted upright. Next to me, Graham slept undisturbed. If a mouse farted, my brother jumped awake, knife ready. The sound was part of the dream.
Just pretend they’re fish sticks.
That’s what he said after knocking the bowl off the table. I cried. Mom gave them to us, “to save the species.” Graham slapped me, told me to stop wasting water. Then he handed me a mangled goldfish.
Buddy. Its name was Buddy.
Three days since my last meal. I didn’t hesitate long.
Aww! How sad! Poor Buddy. And, you did very well with the flash piece. I'm glad Liz twisted your arm to write it. :)ReplyDelete
Raw fish... Yum!!! oh wait. Maybe not. XD
Thanks for sharing. I took the liberty to tweet it since I liked it.
That last line was totally brilliant and so disturbing! Good job!ReplyDelete
Wow! I like it! So, now what happens next?ReplyDelete
Wow!!!! So powerful! Love when flash fiction comes together like this!! Great job!ReplyDelete
That was worth the wait! Great job and thanks for not giving up completely.ReplyDelete
Fish sticks... Lol.ReplyDelete
Nice! And kind of yucky. :)ReplyDelete
poor fish - poor kids for being so hungry - great peiceReplyDelete
Awww, so sad - and yeah, a little bit yucky. ;)ReplyDelete
I'm so glad I convinced you. Wasn't that fun?ReplyDelete
Aw, thanks guys. Sad and yucky really kind of sums it up!ReplyDelete
uh uh...wonder who they are?ReplyDelete
Great job! Love the dystopian bent. Poor fishies...ReplyDelete
o_O ...eeeww... LOL. Great job on putting it in your own genre!ReplyDelete
Ha! I love it. You got a lot of story in 100 words. And the fish sticks line is brilliant.ReplyDelete
"If a mouse farted..." Still laughing over that one.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you didn't give up.
Well that was dark. SO much for the fish. Wow. Great twists, lots of backstory in it. I would love to hear the rest.ReplyDelete
Nice job! I love the "if the mouse farted" line!ReplyDelete
Great job, very nice. :) Unique to make it dystopian, too!!ReplyDelete