“The pet fish isn’t looking very good.”
I handed the dinner plate to my husband in bed. He had hurt his back two weeks ago and only now was he beginning to get around again. He had always taken care of Mia, the fish. Since the injury, I had been feeding the fish and I seem to kill most flora and fauna that comes into my care. Not that she had ever really thrived in our small aquarium, but now she looked beyond rescue. June was quite fond of the orange-red Beta and it was her first pet.