Posted in Drabble, Flash Fiction

Ornamental Fish

It’s pulchritude of blue. I gaze it. It’s quiet now. Its fins are moving. Out of stealthy glee I put my finger on the jar, just at the place where it’s resting. It trembles with fright and quickly swims away to a higher depth. I repeat my action and enjoy the sadism of it, darting to and fro. Yes, I am a harmless sadist.

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I am a Hellenic Philistine Hedonist, an existential nihilist, and a postmodernist with a passion to write poetry, fiction, essays and philosophy.

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