He watched her tear the bread into little morsels and toss them into the water.
A fish opened its mouth wide with a gasping sound. In slid the first soggy shred. The fish closed its mouth and fell back into the green depths. Another arrived. And another. In a few moments the water was a writhing mass – slick golden scales sliding past each other, flashes of eyes and pink mouths and glittering jewels of water all churned together into one.
He draped his arm around her waist. She pushed it away, and reached into the grocery bag for another slice.
Today, I was visited by a forest huntress and a wand-wielding hot dog, among others. It occurs to me that foreigners must sometimes think we’re crazy. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: