Occasional Fridays, poet and Every Day Poems editor Tania Runyan carries her keyboard into world of flash fiction, writing quick pieces using prompts from The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction. We’re exploring surrealism at Tweetspeak for the month of November, and today’s story from Tania has some of those unexpected juxtapositions we’ve been talking about.
A blue marlin hung on the wall of Mario’s. Every Friday night she watched it while waiting for take-out pizza with her dad. The fish’s yelping mouth. The sad marble eye. The fin like a giant blue staircase.
“Why won’t it move, ” she said. She said it every time.
“Fish need water, ” he mumbled. He was quiet every time. He stared straight ahead or peeled his fingernails, crescents falling to the carpet.
She thought of the swordfish swimming through miles of pink pebbles and castles and treasure chests. She thought of the other swordfish who must have loved him and played light-saber games with their noses.
“Pepperoni up, ” the waiter said.
Her father walked up to pay.
He didn’t look back. She looked at the marlin. She took a pitcher of water from a table and climbed up on a chair.
“Stop, ” the waiter said. “Stop it right now.”
She tossed the water on the marlin. The waiter yelled. She tossed again and again and through the arc saw her father’s wide-open eyes.