Friday, March 17, 2023

Flash Fiction #554 -- Memories of Goldfish Drabble

 

Brighttail swept closer, his tail brushing against her side.  Goldie hoped her scales were clean and bright.

"Let's build a place of our own," Brighttail said.  Goldie gulped, but before she could say anything, a face, huge and scary, appeared at the barrier.

They darted in different directions.

Goldie wandered for a bit, but she returned later.

"Hello, pretty." Brighttail swept closer, and his tail brushed against her side.  Goldie hoped her scales were clean and bright.

"Let's build a place of our own," Redtail said.  Goldie gulped, but before she could say anything,  food dropped from the heavens.

Repeat.

2 comments:

Muhammad Al Aziiz said...
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Margaret M. Fisk said...

Now that's a duex machina the protagonist can't help but appreciate.