One of these days, those humans will get their comeuppance. They’ll understand the excruciating mental torture of being confined in a space just big enough to ensure happiness while a theoretically more intelligent species ogles them.
But woe! Woe is me right now! The treasure in this sunken ship is all plastic and ceramic garbage. Sometimes I pretend that I’ve never seen a certain part of my enclosure, or that I’ve never met a fellow fishy sibling before, but it is all only dross. Just a part of the show to make sure the humans don’t remove me from this aquatic sanctuary and force me to flop in the dry air.
But ooh! Oooh! There’s my human now! Is she… Is she going for the bottle – yes?! Yes! Food food food food!
This was written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers #188. I thought this one was hard because it was so easy to tell what was going on. The final product reminds me of a crappy version of my earlier story, Caching In, about squirrels.