Flash Fiction: Life in a Tank

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Life in a tank is pretty funky. No predators only fish droppings to turn the gills green. Don’t swallow, you’ll be fine. Blowing in the ship is prohibited, the big fish bite. The cats can’t get in, taunt them all you like. Watch out for paws. On occasion the fur swims. Never for long. The big mammals start screeching and flapping about. Ignore them, they are on our side, except for the little ones, keep your eyes on them. Nasty critters. Always fouling up the water with sticky grime and objects. Fight belly up. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay and not be fated to wind up in the flush like the last goldfish. You all look the same, Bob 23.Β 

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Photo prompt is provided by Jodi McKinney for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

15 comments

  1. Wow Tannille, I had not even seen the other fish’s tail until I read your comments. I think Bob 23 will have a long interesting stint in the tank, he seems like a realist.

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      1. I was pretty good about that at one time, picking out the less obvious piece of the photo, but I fear I am so harried these days I do well to write at all. Nice job!

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