My friends Tippy and Toppy had the fabled attention span of goldfish. Whenever I made eye contact with them, they’d meet my gaze for just a few seconds and then they’d turn away – as if they had bigger fish to fry.
But they were dearly beloved friends and always there for me – until that fateful day when I offered them a cigarette. Sadly the tobacco I crumpled into their bowl apparently poisoned them and they went belly up.
My father said we’d give them a naval funeral, and when we flushed them down the toilet, I shed some heartfelt, six-year-old tears.
Retroflash / 100 Words
Dana Susan Lehrman
This retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!