Share Your Fears With Mine
by Sarah Jean Alexander


The living room could no longer hold all of the dead fish that had been piling up for the past week, so we opened the windows and let the tiny silver bodies spill out onto the street. The neighbors complained once about the smell and threatened to file a complaint with the Home Owners Association but then they seemed to forget. Some people erected monuments to the more attractive fish, placing dandelions and baby’s breath on the heads to make tiny tiaras. The silver bodies lined the neighborhood roads like clean gravel and we took a walk.


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