π¦ Misunderstandings
Originally written on November 7, 2022
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββMacy the betta fish is gone.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββI stop and just sort of stare at the fishless bowl on the table. Itβs still half-full, a coagulation of bubbles floating on the waterβs surface like a feeble attempt at sea foam. Someone must have switched out the water at some point, because itβs perfectly clear and sediment-less. I crouch, bringing the bowl to eye-level, and watch as the kitchen beyond it distorts along its curvature. It looks clearer this way, somehow. Maybe I do need glasses.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββI can tell heβs behind me before I even turn.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββOri,β I begin, the barest hint of ire in my voice, βdid you move Macy?β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββHe moves into my field of vision. He has the gall to look sheepish at least, nervously tugging on a strand of hair. βMhhh?β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββThe fish.β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββHe makes a show of looking at the table before looking back at me.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββI exhale, trying my best to keep it measured. βDid you eat the fish?β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββOri blinks owlishly and nods.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββI know, I know, fish is food. You eat it to survive. But this fish,β I point at the fishbowl, βand that fish are different.β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββMgggh?β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββI scrunch my eyebrows together, searching for a way to explain βemotional attachmentβ to the most tactless sea horror Iβve ever met. βMacy was a friend. You eating her kinda upset me.β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββOri cocks his head. I can practically see the gears turning as he processes my words.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββThen he unhinges his jaw, reaches his arm into his throat, and pulls out the carcass of a dogfish. Bile and unidentified fluids string out with it and onto the carpet. He stumbles forward, gagging, the dogfish dangling in his grasp like the haul of a particularly accomplished fisherman. Half of its skin is missing, bones peeking out along its stomach and spine. He looks at it, as if the sight is novel even to him, before placing it into the fishbowl with delicate fingers.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββThe fishβs dead eye stares up at me from the bowl.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββOkay,β I venture slowly, βthatβs cool and all, but can you bring back Macy specifically?β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββHis brow furrows as he considers it. He brings up his arm, jaw halfway to unhinging, before stopping and shaking his head. A twinge of remorse crosses his eyes.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββThatβs fine. You tried.β I sigh, patting him gingerly on the shoulder. Iβm still trying to process why I found that weirdly touching. βJust- next time, donβt touch anything in a bowl like this, yeah?β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββOri nods vigorously. There are still traces of the liquid-I-wish-to-stay-ignorant-about around his mouth, so I hand him a napkin. He kneels and starts using it to clean up the carpet instead.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββFondness seeps like warmth into my chest. I fight to keep it down. βMind if I get rid of-β I glance at the upside-down dogfish corpse- βMacy 1.1?β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββHhhrg?β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββNot enough of a version change. More like the Macy day one hotfix patch.β
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β ββHe turns around to look at me judgingly. Get a life, I feel like heβs saying.
β β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββ β βββYou first.β I shoot back, because Iβm big on having imaginary arguments with myself. He goes back to cleaning the carpet.