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Prompted By Attention Span

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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

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Comments

  1. Betsy Pfau says:

    Sweet story, Dana. You were only 6. And your gold fish really did have short attentions spans.

  2. Laurie Levy says:

    I remember many such funerals for my kids’ goldfish. I don’t remember my parents letting me have one, but perhaps I have suppressed the trauma of a burial at sea.

  3. Suzy says:

    Cute take on the prompt, Dana. We buried our dead goldfish in the back yard. I don’t know if I could have watched them go swirling down the toilet bowl.

  4. Khati Hendry says:

    Loved this Retroflash, and the naval funeral concept—made me smile. Hope your tears were at the loss of the fishy friend, and not the indignity of the naval toilet.

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