Things were getting worse. We pretended we didn’t notice.
One day he brought home a goldfish. We took turns sprinkling colorful pellets into the water. A few weeks later, I found the fish floating on top.
He started staying out late. I started going to bed early.
One night I awoke in tears. I reached for him, but he’d gone out to watch the game. By the time he returned, I’d packed my bags.
Lori Cramer’s short prose has appeared in Ellipsis Zine, Fictive Dream, Flash Fiction Magazine, Unbroken Journal, Whale Road Review, and elsewhere. Her work has been nominated for Best Microfiction. Links to her writing can be found at https://loricramerfiction.wordpress.com.
Twitter: @LCramer29.
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