the lighting in my house always glows orange at night maybe it’s the ghosts of the Goldfish I snuck from the pantry; I was nine tiptoeing through the narrow hall eyes adjusting to the fuzzy darkness the wooden cabinets creak as my hand slips in groping for the prized bag running my slender fingers along the curves of every miniscule fish before shoving each one into my watering mouth I always did like to eat the tails first but no one was awake; I wouldn’t dare chomp down on the innocent crackers that night
I hope you enjoyed this short one! It’s actually super old– maybe almost two years? I always come back to it and laugh… there’s something childish yet sinister about the imagery. It really shifts depending on how you want to look at it. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.