Uh, oh. I definitely forget to feed this poor orange creature. Now, I come home to this floating, lifeless goldfish in my aquarium.
I scratched the back of my head, unsure of what to do. I squat down, adjusting my eye level to the transparent bowl on the table. As I observe closely, I can see the orange scales that cover the white flesh inside with a hint of the red blood vessel.
The red colour that attracts me to take the lifeless creature in my palms. The red colour that intrigues me to peel off the scales.
And it is really, really satisfying.
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Microfiction: Summer's Thriller
Horror100 words stories that bring the chill down your spine. Trigger Warning: this book contains the depiction of murder and death. All works and characters are fictional. #ByDeborahAngevin #Microfiction I do not own the header pictures. I obtained them...
