“The carp floated docile and monstrous and common, and if they’d been capable of rage, they might have pushed the tank over by force, tumbling out in a riot of murk and day-glo baubles—the deep sea divers and livid corals, the sunken ships and treasure chests, all the smaller fish twitching their lurid rainbow over the dirty burgundy carpet. But every time I looked into the aquarium, these carp only floated there, silenced, appalled at all the things they would never do. They seemed alive only in how they were not dead.”
From “New Moon” by David Ryan, recommended by Electric Literature.
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