It's Still Life

My sister had three of them behind glass. They’d swim, stunned by their own beauty and grandeur, skimming through long blades of green. First they ate all the smaller fish in the tank, and then the three of them set upon each other until only one remained. And there he swam alone for nearly 15-years. She called him Moses, and no, I don’t know why — to my knowledge that fish never parted water.

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