Fish out of water

Koi out of waterMy mind feels like a black chalkboard. Everybody can write on it and erase what they want. They say I feel this way because I am young. They say one day I’ll grow out of me and I’ll become someone else: a stronger, beautiful version of what I am now. But, what if I don’t want to be like the ones bullying me now? What if I want to remain small insignificant me for the rest of my life?

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Fish out of water

Nocturne

(Flash fiction piece written for Austin Briggs’ Write-n-Win! 55 words contest)

Koi Delight

“Mommy, Mommy! Look up!” Lucille glides weightlessly, skirting rocks and grass.
“The night is bright,” Mom says, closely following her.
“Look at the round light!” Lucille happily somersaults. “It’s so yellow, and so big, and so shiny. Can you catch it for me?”
“For you, my sweet fry, the Moon and the Stars aren’t enough!”

Nocturne