“Psst, hey you. Yeah that’s right, you. Fuck me, enough is enough mate. Look at this dump. A glass bowl and some sand; like, hello, boring. Some decorations would be nice.”
This can’t be real.
“And while you’re at it, how about supplying some female company. It gets lonely in here and I have needs too you know.”
I must be hallucinating.
"Are you listening to me? Is the brain not processing what the eyes are seeing? And they call humans the most intelligent species!”
Lips pursed in annoyance, fin tapping the glass impatiently, my goldfish is talking to me.
Author bio: Shannon Bell is addicted to words. You will find him madly writing away in the spare time he has available between holding down a full-time job, being part of a dysfunctional family and looking after his attention seeking dog.
selFISH is part of 101 Fiction issue 12.