Bowl

If she stared at him long enough, maybe he’d come back into fishy existence. He might have been asleep for all anyone knew. Please, please wake up, she pleaded in her mind. They had been through too much together. So much movement and chaos and adventure. She tapped the glass lightly. The fish was belly up, not a good sign. The next day, she took the bowl to the lake and emptied it out. A proper funeral. But was it? The fish awoke and swam away into the depths of the lake. She could’ve sworn there that her fish winked.