Flash Fiction: Sick of Us

© Gabriel Kovats

Image by Gabriel Kovats
Written by Emma Elizabeth Mathes
Photo Edited by Lucia Luzzani and Yanting Chen

Some miscreant poisoned the pond. I woke up to go on my daily walk, only to find a dead carp on the water’s surface.

What kind of person would do this? The evidence, the foggy bottle with a gold top, floated next to the fish: the weapon and the victim.

I’m sick of pollution, it’s in my lungs and in my backyard. We are the cause, and everyday I am more sure that we can never be the solution.

Maybe we deserve to be swallowed by the sun. The ancestors of this poor carp were here before us and I hope its descendants will remain after we’re long gone.

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