Fish Story

Winner---11/4/2009

ID: 896794   (Rated: 13+) Daily Flash Fiction Challenge  Enter your story of 300 words or less. Note new starting time! by arakun the twisted raccoon

                                              FISH STORY



         “Oh no,” Cassie exclaimed.

         “Oh no what?”

         My betta is dead.”  She was looking into the tropical fish tank.

         “What you mean that blue one you paid -- how much -- for?”

         “Yes.  He looked fine last night.”

         “Well that’s a fish for you.  Last night he looks fine, this morning down the john…”

         “I thought it was a healthy fish.  That’s a reliable pet store.”

         “Inasmuch as any pet is reliable.”

         “But he cost eight dollars.  Last week!  You thought it was too much at the time.”

         Luke said, “I didn’t say it was too much I just said I wondered what that comes to a pound?”

         “Ooh!”

         “I’m sorry, honey.  I’ll get you another one.”

         “No, that’s too much money to flush down the toilet.”

         “I guess it’s kind of like Dad and his lottery tickets.  And those aren’t even pretty to start with.”

         “So it was a gamble when I bought him?” Cassie said.

         “Pretty much.  It was a gamble when you married me, wasn’t it?”

         “No that was a sure thing.”

         “I could have turned out to be a monster in disguise.  Mwa-haha!”

         “But that’s what I love about you, Sweetie. The monster.”

         Luke carried the fish net into the bathroom.  “Do you want to say a few words?”

         She thought a moment and said,  “I paid eight bucks for a fish of blue, and now it’s dead boohoo. boohoo.”

         That’s more like an epitaph than a eulogy.”

         “Best I could come up with.  So what do you want for breakfast?  How about kippers?”

         Luke turned the handle and the fish swirled away.  “No. Bacon this morning.  I’ve had enough fish for one day.”